As soon as Qin Ran finished speaking, the young people around him stirred.
Onlookers saw more clearly, but they could never understand as deeply as those caught up in it.
Because that was... personal experience.
Qin Ran understood that very well.
So, he continued.
"Perhaps Victor had once been worthy of admiration, but once he treated us as pawns, that admiration had long since vanished. All that remained was hatred!"
"Some people might say we should be tolerant."
"I'm sorry."
"As someone who personally took part in this Winter Night War, I cannot tolerate him."
"Moreover, I believe that those who speak of tolerance without ever participating in this Winter Night War have no right to utter the word tolerance at all."
Qin Ran paused and looked at the young people.
Even after entering this temporary camp, every face was still marked by hardship and grief.
He took a deep breath.
Then he spoke, word by word.
"These people... are just talking big because they aren't the ones suffering."
"Anyone can say pretty words."
"But..."
"What about the dead?"
"Who will take responsibility for them?"
"Those people who talk big because they aren't the ones suffering?"
"Or us, who truly understand their pain?"
Qin Ran's voice was like a war drum.
Each beat struck the hearts of these already emotional young people.
A Shepherd whose face was still smeared with blood stood up.
"Lord Dailifen, Lord Shilok."
"I want to know the truth!"
the Shepherd demanded.
"I want to know the truth too!"
A Variant covered in thick hair, with extremely long nails and bandages wrapped around his body, also looked toward Mian Yi.
"The truth!"
"We want to know the truth!"
Like dominoes.
Once Qin Ran knocked over the first piece, a chain reaction followed.
One young person after