When Chen Wanxing opened her eyes, she became an orphan from Gusu in "A Dream of Red Mansions" whose parents died and was thrown into the Rongguo Mansion by her tribe. With no money, no power, and no one to rely on, she was just a dispensable and transparent person in this prosperous and deep house.
She knew that she could not save this crumbling building, nor could she change the fate of the people in the book - including Sister Lin, whose heart was as high as the sky and her life was as thin as paper.
But she didn't expect that on the first day of entering the mansion, Daiyu would stand in the corridor and look at her quietly. There was no pity in that look, only understanding and recognition of similar people.
A piece of sweet-scented osmanthus cake, an old silver hairpin, and a pack of saved medicinal materials. Daiyu saved something from her own mouth and gave it to her, took off a hairpin from her head and gave it to her, and asked someone to bring her a message in the gossip - "Don't come, don't worry, don't let anyone see you getting close to me."
But Chen Wanxing didn't want to hide anymore. She has no power, but she has the ability to weave webs in the dark. Xichun, Tanchun, Ping'er, Wang Xifeng, she begged one by one, borrowed her strength bit by bit, and quietly connected the hearts of people scattered in the house into a protective net.
You don't have to show your edge to others, it's your ability to hide it.
There is no golden finger, no noble person falls from the sky. There are only two helpless people, serving as each other's lights in the dark night and holding each other's umbrellas in the wind and rain. The wind hasn't stopped yet, but they have each other. That's enough.
