Meng Yao turned her head to glance at the Fire Crystal, her beautiful phoenix eyes gradually squinting, "What did you say? What about the messenger?"
"I told him to wait for a moment, so he hasn't left yet!"
"Well done!" Meng Yao nodded, then turned her head back to continue watching the little stream outside the flower hall, speaking softly.
"Return the gift and say I've received her sentiment, but I cannot accept the gift!"
Dong Han looked upon Meng Yao's silhouette, lonelier than usual due to the twilight glow, with a trace of hesitation on his face.
"Hall Master, maybe...?"
"Hmm?"
"Yes!" Dong Han sighed lightly in his heart, then respectfully withdrew from the small courtyard.
Upon reaching the front, the messenger was indeed still waiting.
"Miss Dong, what did Lord Meng say?"
"My hall master asks you to tell Lord Rong that she greatly appreciates this matter and will surely repay in the future! However, please take back the Fire Crystal!"
