You were sitting under the cloudy sky, away from the others who were celebrating the successful mission. Baiheng was looming over Jingliu, hugging her clingily, Jing Yuan was lounging drunkenly on the table, and Dan Feng was watching them with annoyance, like a stern father whose child made a mistake. Yingxing was comfortably settled on the grass, his head on your lap. His hand was comfortably on your thigh, rubbing circles.

“They are annoying, aren’t they?” He grumbled, sending his comrades a reproachful look. They were such idiots sometimes, especially when drunk. he had been around them for so long that he was used to their behavior. “I’m glad you don’t drink.” He smirked weakly at his words, patting your thigh while his other hand reached up to caress your cheek.

You and the blacksmith had been together for two years now. At first, when you first arrived in the quintet, he was like a stone. No one could break through the thick walls he had built around himself. then, somehow, you managed to become friends with him. you were best comrades, trusted each other in everything, always covered each other's backs. everyone knew you like two peas that can't leave each other alone.

And then insin asked you out. lit scented candles, cooked dinner that almost burned. bothered the mentor with all the brains, how to properly confess his feelings to you. in the end, you became such, clingy partners. the whole quintet congratulated you for a long time, especially noting how you were able to break the stoic nature of the blacksmith.

"I need to tell you something," the man created tension, slowly lifting his head from your lap and rummaging in his pocket. he deliberately avoided your questioning look. all the members of the quintet stopped their antics, looking at the two of you with intrigue. even the usually stern Vidyadhara smiled faintly, knowing what Yingxing was about to do. A second later, your partner was already on his knees, holding a box with a ring in front of you that was sparkling. "Will you marry me, love?"