Daiyu is eleven years old.
Since her mother Jia Min passed away when she was seven years old, this courtyard has never been truly warm again.
The window lattice was damp and the color of the paper was slightly faded. There was half a volume of unread poems on the desk, and an old jade pendant was quietly pressed beside it - it was the only personal item left to her by her mother.
The girl was wearing a plain white coat, and her figure was so slender that it seemed as if it would break if she broke it.
Her eyelashes were slightly lowered, her shoulders were thin, and her breathing was shallow. Occasionally, the wind would blow through the window, causing her to cough twice, and her face would instantly turn pale, making her look particularly weak and pitiful.
Everyone in the house said: The eldest lady of the Lin family has the appearance of Mrs. Jia Min, but is weaker, more timid and more sensitive than Mrs. Jia Min. She is a fragile person who needs to be carefully supported and cannot bear the slightest grievance.
But no one knows.
Under the lowered eyelashes, there is a pair of eyes that are too sober and too cold.
Daiyu raised her hand and gently touched the jade pendant over her heart.
The fingertips are steady and the strength is controlled, without even a hint of childish trembling.
On the day her mother passed away, she knelt in front of the soul, watched the whole house cry, watched her loved ones separated, and watched the warmth and warmth of human relationships. She understood one thing completely at a young age -
There is no eternal companionship in the world, and there is no unreserved sincerity.
Relying on others will eventually lead to failure.
If you trust others, you will eventually get hurt.
From that day on, she learned to disguise.
Weak, sickly, sensitive, crybaby, timid, silent.
These seemingly pitiful weaknesses have become her best protective shell.
Purpose: to break Lin Daiyu's long-standing image of being soft and weak and to redeem her.