"Why are you letting them shout 'Long live Miles'? We're the ones doing all the work, and in the end all the glory goes cheaply to that guy Miles."
Pan'an had never met Miles, but just going by that officer's tone she used in interviews every day, Pan'an didn't like her.
And Pan'an also knew Miles was only a shield pushed out by Lin Miao, but she still couldn't stand it.
"Pan'an."
Lin Miao looked at Pan'an with a half-smile and asked,
"Do you know what kind of president is the greatest in people's hearts?"
Pan'an found the question a bit baffling. She shook her head.
"Hell if I know. I think none of them are any good."
Lin Miao said cheerily,
"Let me tell you, there's only one kind of president who's truly great."
"The one who dies for the people's revolution."
"Just like in love—there's nothing more beautiful than the girlfriend who exists only as a white moonlight in your memory, and nothing more delicious than the candy you ate as a kid."
