This one scene. Just one scene. Ning Yichu on that swing, He Shixia finding him, and the whole thing unravels. I read it three times.
The swing itself — it's described as 'the most ordinary kind of swing, with two hemp ropes tied to a tree branch, connecting to a not-too-big wooden board half a meter off the ground.' Half a meter. That's it. That's the entire setting for what becomes the most emotionally charged moment in these chapters. No grand ballroom, no dramatic rainstorm, just a dusty old swing in a garden that nobody uses anymore but nobody dismantled either. It's perfect because it's exactly the kind of thing Ning Yichu would connect with — ordinary, slightly forgotten, barely holding together but still functional.
And then He Shixia says: 'When I was fourteen, I went with my family to a Ning family banquet. I saw you in the Ning family's back garden. That was the first time I saw you; you should have been about eight years old then.'
The first time he saw Ning Yichu. He remembers being eight. He remembers the bandages on Ning Yichu's head, the way he was crying while cutting the ropes, not very efficiently. He saw a sick, injured child trying to enact tiny revenge because no one else would give him justice, and he watched from the shadows instead of helping. And now, years later, he's standing there wanting to take that child home and raise him properly.
Ning Yichu's response? 'Yeah, I cracked my head open, couldn't even get up, but driven by revenge, an eight-year-old kid managed to sneak out of his bedroom, steal a utility knife from someone else's room, and without being caught, went to the back garden to cut the ropes. Is that impressive or scary?' He's daring He Shixia to call him pitiful. He's saying: I was already dangerous, I was already vengeful, don't you dare soften this into a sad story.