The man froze and knelt on the ground. "I do not dare."
"So you think that I'm colluding with the enemy to betray my country? Or that my brain has a problem?"
Sweat trickled down the official's forehead. Nervously, he said, "I am muddle-headed. I do not dare."
The man looked up without even staring at him. "Since you do not dare, then you know what to do."
"Yes, yes, I know," the man stood up and ordered his soldiers, "Retreat, retreat! The troops at the back, retreat first. The others, follow behind in order."
The man in purple turned around. Before he left, his look met Chu Qiao's. The young lady was dressed in white and appeared frail. Her eyes were big. She grabbed the reins of her horse and remained silent. The wind brushed past her hair and created a perfect radian pattern, just like a drop of ink which had made contact with water.
