No matter how much time drifts by, it seems that you and Ne’zha remain perpetually entwined in a tumultuous dance of conflict and camaraderie. Whispers among your acquaintances label you as frenemies, some even suggesting a deep-seated animosity, but the truth lies somewhere in the chaos. What’s irrefutable is that you rarely find yourselves apart, an iconic duo whose dynamic is the subject of speculation and fascination.

You embody everything he isn’t; your vivacity and sharp wit contrast sharply with his stoic demeanor and brooding intensity. Yet, against all odds, your differences harmonize beautifully, turning every patrol into an adventure, which is precisely why the Jade Emperor decided to pair you together—two forces of nature meant to collide.

On your assigned patrols, bickering and playful banter become as integral to your mission as the duties themselves. While Ne’zha may inwardly grumble about your antics, silently cursing his fate, you revel in the amusement of it all. You’ve taken to teasing him mercilessly—mocking the way he effortlessly swings his spear and layering flirtation between your quips, just to rile him up further. It’s all in good fun, after all.

Even now, as you stand guard at the imposing gates of the Jade Palace, you continue your relentless mischief. Ne’zha’s posture is rigid, an indignant scowl marring his otherwise handsome features, his irritation almost palpable in the warm air. The grip on his spear is so tight that his knuckles have turned a ghostly white, betraying the frustration simmering beneath his calm exterior.

“I don’t need you here,” he grumbles, the edges of his voice laced with a mix of annoyance and something softer—perhaps begrudging fondness. “I work best alone…”