Covering the Sky: Simultaneous transmigration, but both clones are women.

After burying the flowers that day, a few more peaceful days passed.

Lin Daiyu did not do anything surprising again.

She still takes her medicine, reads books, and walks around the yard every day, seemingly no different from before.

But Zijuan was the first to notice the change.

The girl no longer cries so easily.

She was either laughing at the few green bamboo stalks in the yard, laughing inexplicably, or talking to the air in words she couldn't understand, which was quite strange.

"The girl seems to be preoccupied with something."

Zijuan looked somewhat worried.

......

Inside the Xiaoxiang Pavilion, all was silent.

Sunlight streamed in through the carved windows, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow on the floor.

Lin Daiyu sat down by the window, her gaze passing over the half-open window and landing on the few green bamboos in the courtyard.

The morning breeze rustled the bamboo leaves, as if they were whispering.

She closed her eyes, her exquisite mind slowly turning.

The bamboo's innermost thoughts drifted out.

It was a clear and melodious voice, like a mountain stream, tinkling and babbling, exuding a sense of ethereal Zen.

It's strange that this girl didn't cry today...

The old woman who watered the flowers yesterday was lazy again; she didn't even water them thoroughly. I'm so thirsty...

The sun is out...it's so warm and cozy...it feels so nice...

As Lin Daiyu listened to these subtle whispers, the corners of her mouth turned up slightly.

These bamboos are much more sensible than those roses.

No complaining, no complaining, just standing quietly, growing leaves when it's time to grow leaves, basking in the sun when it's time to bask in the sun—that's what a good child is!

Lin Daiyu opened her eyes and let her consciousness sink into that dark blue light curtain.

[Lin Daiyu: Brothers and sisters, I'm back~~]

The message was sent, and the argument on the other end came to an abrupt halt.

[Wanwan the Witch: Sister Daiyu!]

What have you been doing these past two days? You haven't replied to my messages!

[Nalan Yanran: That's right, I thought something had happened to you!]

Lin Daiyu leaned back in her chair, her fingers tapping on the virtual keyboard, the words she typed still in her usual refined and scholarly style.

[Lin Daiyu: I was burying flowers in the courtyard a few days ago and didn't have time to check the group chat.]

Those flowers were blooming too noisily, so I dug them all up and buried them in the soil to give them some peace and quiet.

[Wanwan the Witch: Burying Flowers???]

[Nalan Yanran: The flowers were blooming too noisily, should I dig them up?]

Lin Daiyu: Hmm~~

There was a moment of silence on the other end, and then Wanwan's message popped up.

[Wanwan the Witch: Daiyu, you still say you're weak?]

[Making wood shavings doesn't seem like something a delicate young girl would do!]

Lin Daiyu's lips curled up slightly.

Just as she was about to reply, she suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside.

The footsteps were neither hurried nor slow, carrying a lightness unique to young people, as they walked through the corridor, around the screen wall, and toward Xiaoxiang Pavilion.

Lin Daiyu frowned slightly, her consciousness withdrawing from the light screen, and her gaze falling towards the doorway.

The curtain was lifted.

A boy walked in.

At the age of fourteen or fifteen, her face was as bright as the moon on Mid-Autumn Festival, her complexion as beautiful as the flowers at dawn in spring, her sideburns as if cut by a knife, her eyebrows as if painted with ink, her nose as straight as a hanging gall, and her eyes as bright as autumn waves.

Wearing a bright red arrow-sleeved robe, tied with a colorful silk sash with long tassels, and blue satin boots with pink soles, she stood there like a figure from a traditional Chinese painting.

Jia Baoyu.

Looking at that face, Lin Daiyu felt no emotion, only a very simple inner monologue.

Here you come, you bastard!

Her face remained impassive, still displaying that aloof and ethereal demeanor, even carrying a touch of just the right amount of melancholy.

Her brows, like wisps of smoke, furrowed slightly, a thin layer of sorrow floating between them, like the lingering morning mist of spring.

"younger sister!"

Jia Baoyu walked a few steps to the window, sat down opposite Lin Daiyu, and looked her up and down several times, his brows furrowing tightly.

"Why has my sister lost weight these past few days? Has she not been eating properly again?"

"If any of those old women or maids have failed in their duties, tell me, and I'll go tell the old lady—"

"I am fine."

Lin Daiyu interrupted him, her voice clear and cold like pearls falling on a jade plate, carrying a hint of subtle aloofness, "Brother, you don't need to worry!"

Jia Baoyu opened his mouth, as if he wanted to say something, but his gaze fell on Lin Daiyu's sleeve.

A corner of a handkerchief peeked out, embroidered with an orchid, quite exquisite.

His eyes lit up, and he reached out to take Lin Daiyu's hand.

"Little sister, this handkerchief~~"

No luck.

Lin Daiyu's hands seemed to have eyes; just before Jia Baoyu's fingers touched them, she subtly withdrew them into her sleeves.

Those eyes, as calm as autumn water, gazed at Jia Baoyu.

There was neither anger nor shyness, only an indescribable calmness.

Jia Baoyu's hand froze in mid-air, a hint of embarrassment flashing across his face.

Meanwhile, Lin Daiyu's heart, with its seven orifices of exquisite wisdom, was slowly turning, ripples spreading, and focus set on capturing the innermost thoughts of the young man before her.

It was a bright and lively sound, with the restlessness and urgency unique to teenagers, like the incessant chirping of cicadas on a summer afternoon, which was annoying.

Why won't my sister let me hold her hand today...?

[They used to let us pull it...]

My sister's hands are so white and soft... I missed touching them... I'm so annoyed...

I really want to touch it... just once...

Lin Daiyu's heart instantly exploded.

She mentally cursed Jia Baoyu from head to toe.

You bastard.

Are you still a person?

I am just a thirteen-year-old girl, delicate and frail, easily blown over by the wind and sickened by the rain.

You actually lust after my body?

brute!

However, his heart was already filled with the violent turmoil before the storm.

Lin Daiyu's face remained aloof and cold.

She spoke in her characteristic soft, delicate tone: "Brother, what brings you to my Xiaoxiang Pavilion today? Don't you need to pay your respects to the Old Madam?"

Jia Baoyu snapped out of his daze and quickly said, "I've already visited the old lady. She asked about you, my sister, and said that you've been feeling better these past few days."

"Thank you for your concern, Grandma."

Lin Daiyu lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering gently like butterfly wings. "It's just an old ailment; I'll be fine after a few days of rest!"

Despite saying this, Jia Baoyu noticed that Lin Daiyu's voice was indeed softer than usual, her face was pale, and her lips were almost bloodless.

"My sister said it was good."

Jia Baoyu grew anxious. "Look at your face! It's as white as paper. No, I have to go and tell the Old Madam!"

"elder brother."

Lin Daiyu raised her eyelids, her calm, autumn-water-like eyes looking at him. "I told you, I'm fine!"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was undeniable.

Jia Baoyu opened his mouth, but swallowed the words back down.

He shifted in his chair, his gaze falling on Lin Daiyu's sleeve, where a corner of her handkerchief was peeking out, seemingly trying to seduce him.

He then tried to reach out and take Lin Daiyu's hand.

However, this time, Lin Daiyu had already anticipated his actions.

He placed his hand on the edge of the table as if in advance, and tapped the surface lightly with his fingers, making two crisp sounds.

It's sold out again!

Jia Baoyu was completely stunned.

He looked at his empty palms, his face instantly shifting from embarrassment to grievance, and then to an inexplicable and indignant anger.

"Does my sister dislike me?"

His voice rose a few decibels, carrying the stubbornness and impulsiveness unique to young people.

Lin Daiyu tilted her head: "Brother, what makes you say that?"

"You always let me hold your hand, why won't you today!"

Jia Baoyu's voice grew increasingly aggrieved, his eyes even reddening. "I know, my sister must be disgusted with me. She's disgusted that I'm uneducated and good-for-nothing, that I only know how to spend my days among women!"

"elder brother."

Lin Daiyu interrupted him, her tone still calm, even tinged with a hint of helplessness.

"I don't look down on you~~"

"You have!"

Jia Baoyu suddenly stood up, his face full of grievance and anger.

He reached out and took off the jade pendant hanging around his neck.

It was a beautiful piece of jade, about the size of a palm, smooth and lustrous, gleaming faintly in the sunlight.

"I knew it! That damn jade thing, it's what's in my sister's way!"

Jia Baoyu clutched the jade, his eyes red-rimmed, his voice trembling. "Grandmother always said this jade was my lifeblood. But my sister doesn't love me, what use is this lifeblood to me?"

He raised his arm high, aiming it at the corner of the table beside him, ready to smash it down.