“Master...” Liu Cheng knelt on the ground.

“What’s the matter?”

“Thank you for your trust in me, but I don’t think I can take this responsibility. I was deeply wounded in battle and I want to withdraw from fighting. I don’t think I have the ability to do the right thing again, otherwise I think I will harm the people and commit crimes. Please allow me to escape into the mountain and lead a peaceful life.”

Everyone was shocked. The old master looked crestfallen. He looked at Liu Cheng and said, “You will give up everything and your honor and glory?”

“Yes, with shame,” Liu Cheng lowered his head.

After a momentary pause, the old master said, “Ok. I agree. If you ever want to come back to the Conscientious Camp, our door is forever open to you.”

“Thank you.” Liu Cheng kowtowed before the old master without raising his head.

The sound of horses was in the distance. The Conscious Camp rode away until the galloping of the horses disappeared. Liu Cheng got up and kissed Cold Rose’s cheek. He buried Cold Rose in the woods and escaped from the world. Nobody knew where he went, but every year there was a flower on Cold Rose’s tomb until the Ming Dynasty was overthrown and everything was rebuilt in another circle of history.

It was a sad love story from a difficult time.