Yes, it's him—it really is him, and not Shen Qingqiu at all. Even though this is a dream, it is the most real moment of their acquaintance. Luo Binghe sympathized with Shen Yuan before—a spirit tethered to a body it resents—but now he can see the shape of the tragedy that befell him. This pretty youth, with his long fingers and sharp elbows, is Shen Yuan. The loss of him is gutting.

"I'm just pleased to make your acquaintance." He covers Shen Yuan's hand with his own, then brings it to his mouth and kisses the palm. This done, he finally tears his gaze from Shen Yuan's face and glances around their surroundings.

Almost immediately, he turns back, delight sparking in his eyes. "You brought me to your bedchamber? Forward indeed."