The blonde youth trembled.
Ming Ge took a step forward.
"Yes."
"Our country has been baptized by the flames of war, and in the turmoil of those years, it became ravaged and scarred."
"This lion that sits upon the land of China, too, has once slept."
"But the sleeping lion will eventually open its eyes, and a nation that has gone through wounds and hardships will become stronger!"
"The people of China have an unbreakable backbone, and China has already stood up!"
"We Chinese have always been a nation of courtesy. When friends come, we have fine wine, and when wolves come, we have guns and swords. We will not tolerate any form of insult!"
She lifted her head.
Suddenly, her gaze pierced the blonde youth with an intensity that made every word resound with gravity.
"You can insult me, but you must not insult my country!"
*
Silence!
Absolute stillness!
At this moment, even the wind on Provence Street seemed to halt.
For this—
These forceful, heartfelt words!
For this—
