Most beautiful things are fragile, like rosy clouds that quickly fade and glass that shatters easily.
All who read Dream of the Red Chamber lament the tragic fate of the Maid of the Xiang River, whose soul returns to heaven after her tears run dry.
They mourn the alliance of stone and wood, doomed to lose to the golden and jade bond, and the garden once bursting with flowers that ends as a vast, empty wasteland.
But if Heaven had a heart, if the years showed mercy, and that sorrowful, sickly Crimson Pearl Immortal Herb no longer had to repay the debts of a past life with a lifetime of tears, could she find a little peace in this world, at once prosperous and desolate, and live out the rest of her days in safety?
In this life, there is no obsession that makes her cough blood, no love that tears her heart apart. Only breezes circling the pavilion, poetry and books for company. Daiyu is still the peerlessly gifted, clear-minded daughter of the Lin family, but now she can leave her tears behind, live toward the sun, and enjoy a happy life for herself and for the Lin family.
