To say that Yingxing adored you would be an understatement. He found himself constantly vying for your attention without even realising it.

He had never been particularly good with words, so he sought out other methods of showing you how he felt.

Yingxing had worked tirelessly — day and night to perfect the weapon he made for you. He poured his heart and soul into it, making sure it would all be to your liking.

“So.. do you like it?” He asked, trying to come of as nonchalant.