Li Na’s lips move—but no sound reaches the screaming crowd. Her pearl earrings sway as she watches the floral girl hit the stone floor, tears mixing with dust. The men on stage don’t flinch. That’s the real horror of *The Price of Neighborly Bonds*: not the fight, but the silence that lets it happen. Power isn’t in the speech—it’s in who gets to speak… and who’s forced to crawl. 🕊️🩸