"Fine, fine." Young Lord White Bone's face had turned slightly ashen with anger at Lei Dong's words and expression. Jealousy showed in his eyes as he looked at Lei Dong, then glanced at Tantai Bingyun. Only now did he notice how similar their outfits looked. One wore gleaming white armor and a pair of enormous wings, while the other wore black armor and a pair of exaggerated membranous wings. He ground the words out through clenched teeth. "So you came here specifically to save Bingyun."
"That's right. Bingyun and I have known each other since childhood. We swore eternal devotion long ago, our fates entwined for three lifetimes." Lei Dong wore a proud, disdainful look and sneered, "Young Lord White Bone, stop imagining things." He wanted to rile Young Lord White Bone, and also to tease Tantai Bingyun a little and vent his own frustration. In any case, she couldn't possibly contradict him now.
Sure enough, Tantai Bingyun didn't object to Lei Dong's words. Instead, a faint blush appeared on her cheeks. In Young Lord White Bone's eyes, that naturally stirred up a mixture of jealousy and resentment. A story seemed to unfold before him: a young man and woman, childhood sweethearts, living happily together from the time they were children. Then one day, the girl disappeared in a disaster, and the boy searched desperately for her everywhere. At last, after enduring countless hardships, he rescued her from the Devil's Lair. Afterward, they lived happily ever after.
In this story, Young Lord White Bone felt as if he had become the demon trying to tear them apart, the whetstone that had sharpened their love. Grief, humiliation, jealousy, and hatred all surged up at once. His already pale face turned deathly white, and he fixed Lei Dong with a venomous stare.