I keep coming back to the atmosphere in these chapters. The heat. It's not just weather—it's a character. The sweltering summer day, the electric fan Zou Zhengting brings, the sweat on everyone's faces, the oppressive warmth that makes every interaction feel thicker, more intense. The author doesn't just describe a setting; they make the environment do emotional work. When Lin Ni and her entourage search every room “until they were sweating profusely,” you feel it. You feel the discomfort, the desperation, the almost claustrophobic quality of a neighborhood where everyone knows everyone's business. And then there's the house itself—or rather, the two houses. The new home next door, the one with the mysterious key, the courtyard where Lin Zhaoyang sits trapped with a man who wants her and a situation she didn't ask for. The spatial dynamics are so carefully arranged. Lin Zhaoyang and Zou Zhengting in one room, her parents arriving on bicycles, Yang Wen dragged in like a prisoner, Lin Ni prowling outside like a ghost from another life. The wall that divides the Lin family—literally built between the two households—is such a vivid image of fractured relationships. You can almost see it: a physical barrier where a family used to be whole. The alley, the neighbors, Aunt Chen with her sharp eyes and sharper tongue—this is a world that feels lived-in, where every doorway and window has witnessed something. The author builds a world where the physical space mirrors the emotional landscape, and that's what makes it so immersive.