"Chrysanthemum! Stop your nonsense!" Duan Qingling gently chided her maid.
She smoothed her dress, walked gracefully toward Chu Fan, and gave a slight bow. "Chu, now that the Seven Stars Gang is about to disband, what are your plans for the future? If you'd be willing, the Duan Family is prepared to offer you a handsome reward and an esteemed position."
Chu Fan smiled faintly and said, "My apologies."
Those two simple words made Duan Qingling sigh.
'So in the end...'
'Even that last sliver of hope is gone.'
'Then again, a genius of his caliber and character... how could he ever abandon the Seven Stars Gang?'
'When a great roc spreads its wings, its eyes see the boundless mountains and seas. How could it be confined to one small corner of the world?'
'It's a shame we met so late.'
'And that so much has happened since.'
'Otherwise, even knowing her chances were slim, she, Duan Qingling, would have mustered the courage to confess her feelings.'
