"Sure, just tell me straight."
Wen Xin looked at Luo Qiete's eyes in the rearview mirror and smiled faintly. She felt that whatever Luo Qiete could say, she would believe it.
"I am from the Independent State, and I guess no one could love and hate Independent State more than me. I could have had a happy life, but... when I was at my happiest, those people from Independent State took everything from me, leaving my mother and me to wander homeless."
"If I hadn't been so tough, maybe, I wouldn't have survived to see this day!"
When Luo Qiete reached this point, he stopped the car by the roadside, took out a cigarette from the passenger side, lit it, and took a deep drag.
He remained silent for a long while before slowly starting to speak. "I hate every person from Independent State. I swore that once I had the power, I would make sure Independent State wouldn't have it easy and would not spare those who killed my father and left my mother and me without a home."