Maybe the sight of a certain bear gnawing on a chair leg really was fierce enough to scare a certain Second Master Baoyu, who only knew how to throw tantrums and smash jade? Of course, it was also possible that everyone, especially Grandmother Jia and the others, had seen that the bear was wary of strangers and might very well attack someone.
And so, in the end, that little rascal was unable to move into the green gauze pavilion with his cousin Daiyu, who was as beautiful as a celestial maiden. Instead, he had to move, somewhat resentfully, into Grandmother Jia's main quarters—in other words, the heated inner room where she lived. They planned to make other arrangements once winter had passed and the weather grew a little warmer.
However,
even so, the people of the Jia Residence—or rather, some of the things done at Rongguo Mansion—had thoroughly wounded the fragile, sensitive heart of Lin Daiyu, who was already lonely and bereft. She had lost her mother in childhood and had been forced to travel a long way from Yangzhou to Jinling, coming to this strange place with no one she knew to seek refuge with her maternal grandmother.
See?
That day, when a certain bear crawled out of a warm, fragrant bed with a yawn, it immediately spotted a ten-year-old girl sitting secretly at the dressing table, sobbing softly again. Even the maid Xueyan beside her was at a loss; no matter how she tried to comfort her, the girl just wouldn't stop.
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"Cry, cry, cry. All you ever do is cry!"
"Every time, you little girl, you resort to this. Didn't you just cry yesterday? Why are you crying again today? What good does it do? Are you going to cry all the people who bullied