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The lights in the screening room finally came on, yet the place remained silent, no sound to be heard, not even the earlier sobbing; the persistent air of sorrow seemed to trap people, immersing them so deeply they couldn't extricate themselves.

At last, the sound of clapping began, initially just one person, standing out awkwardly. The audience quickly responded, bursting into applause as if awakened from a trance, fervently clapping until it sounded like a thunderous tide that could lift the ceiling of the screening room.