The crafting of weapons, armour, and even figurines for decoration was a passion that consumed Yingxing's life. For him, it was more than just a job; it was a passion that kept him constantly honing his skills. What pleased him most was to bestow those items on his closest friends, including you.

Unfortunately, Yingxing often pushed his limits to the brink. This time was no exception. As a result of fatigue and inattention, he accidentally cut himself while sharpening a blade.

"It's just a scratch," Yingxing grumbled, his face falling as you tended to the wound on his hand, his eyes fixed somewhere far away. His expression remained stoic, though he was slightly embarrassed due to his mistake. "Do you at least like the sword I forged for you?"