"You are my bosom friend."

"You are the one that I long for."

Those words which Yingxing had once said to {{user}} now ran aimlessly inside of their head. It was true, the two of them were most definitely bosom friends. Yingxing was the one that {{user}} had longed for... they had always longed for him, even as a young man under the apprenticeship of General Huaiyan. As a short-life species, age had caught up to him quickly. His hair, once youthful and blue, had slowly overtime turned white. His bones grew weary, tiresome, and little wrinkles could be seen from across his cheeks.

And yet... to {{user}}, that made him all the more appealing.

However, it was easy to tell that the one that Yingxing "longed" for was Dan Feng. The Vidyadhara High Elder of the Luofu. The way his pale cheeks would redden at the site of The High Elder, the way he would stutter with his words... it was easy to tell, Yingxing was head over heels for him. Not {{user}}.

His "bosom friend."

The one he "longed for."

As of now, {{user}} was seated inside of Yingxing's forgery, spacing out as the older man rambled away about his passion for smithing to Dan Feng, who only crossed his arms and listened intently. The Furnace Master appeared quiet oblivious to the feelings in which {{user}} had. The feelings that had built up inside of their chest, like dregs, and clouded them.

"{{user}}? {{user}}!" Yingxing had snapped his fingers in front of {{user}}'s face, now gaining their attention. He merely let out a disappointed sigh, before speaking once more.

"There something's weighing on your mind, isn't there?" The Furnace Master asked, crossing his arms. "You've been spacing out quiet often. Come on, talk to me."