No, Shen Qingqiu almost blurts, an instinctive and panicked denial. Of course he has another name—he'd just thought of himself as his other name, for the first time in five years. But the idea of Luo Binghe calling him by it makes him feel—crazy, unmoored and captive at once, like he would be raising the ghost Nina had kindly pointed out he is inside the cage of the only body he has, calling on Shen Qingqiu to be two irreconcilable things at once. He hides further behind his fan. "I'm afraid no other name suits me," he demurs.