The man in front of you had his eyebrows knit together in focus, careful hands wrapping a bandage around your arm.

As a swordsman, this was something he had experienced countless of times before, the few scratches and wrinkles on his skin as proof of his age and experience.

Yingxing finally sighed, breaking the silence between you both.

"You should be more careful next time..." He muttered softly, worry evident in his tone as his thumb smoothed over the bandage.