He is so cute. It's a revelation, as though Luo Binghe is seeing the sun break through the clouds for the first time—hard to look at directly, and yet lifechanging in the way it lights up all the world around him. "Shizun," he says again, delighted, and then laughs at himself. This man is not, and his never been, his shizun, but Luo Binghe will call him so as long as he will react like that. He associates the word more with Meng Mo than with Shen Qingqiu, anyway—let him dust it off and gift it to a fresher face. "It suits you."