I have to talk about the final scene because it's one of the most atmospheric passages I've read in this novel. The author strips everything away — no light, no visibility, just sound and shadow. "Liu Fangmei looked at Jiang Yucheng's gloomy face, carefully blew out the candle, and then quietly felt her way in the dark to the bed." That single detail — blowing out the candle — sets the entire mood. We're in a time period where electricity might be unreliable, where candles are essential, where darkness is a physical presence you can feel. Then Liu Fangmei bumps into the wardrobe and cries out, but forces herself to stay silent. The author makes us hear that swallowed pain. Every sound in this scene is amplified because there's nothing else: the creak of the bed, the rustle of sheets, the hesitant breathing of two people who can't sleep. And then the confession comes, not in a dramatic reveal but in a whisper, the way secrets are actually told. Compare this to the earlier confrontation scene, which takes place in full light with an audience. That scene was about power and performance. This one is about truth and fear. The hospital scene is its own world entirely — clinical, bright, filled with the relief of a family whose son will survive. But it's the bedroom at night that lingers. It's intimate, claustrophobic, and deeply unsettling. The author understands that the most terrifying moments don't happen in confrontations; they happen in the dark, when people think no one is watching, when the mask finally slips.