"No." If that were true, it would be Claudius, and Luo Binghe is not even going to entertain the question. "It was someone I met before. But I had been trying not to think about it, because of... the logistics." Shen Qingqiu, or whatever the name is of the spirit who now inhabits him. Scolding Luo Binghe for getting injured, before dressing his wounds with a worried little frown, as though every hurt to Luo Binghe hurt him too. Then shoving Luo Binghe away when he noticed—what? Luo Binghe still cannot guess what small detail gave it away. How could that Shen Qingqiu tell there was something wrong with him?

"But there was this book, in the library—did you see it? I hate that book. All blank, but it would tell you one secret pertaining to—something that might upset you, I think. I only saw what it said to me, which was—you understand." He tries to think through the wine haze. "Who is Nightingale?"