Baiyin looked strangely at this person who had come visiting in the dead of night, listening to these bizarre words.

What did he mean by asking if he was really called Baiyin?

If he wasn’t Baiyin, who else could he be?

This question was rather thought-provoking.

Baiyin’s grip on the short blade in his hand tightened considerably.

He asked Lianque: “Why would you ask that?”

Lianque was silent for a moment before saying: “Have I ever told you that you very much resemble a friend of mine?”

A friend?

Hearing this, Baiyin took half a step back.

He couldn’t help but recall the dream he had just had!

In the dream, there was Lianque!

So while he was puzzled, he couldn’t help but feel a bit more curious about this person before him.

Following up on Lianque’s words, he asked in return: “Do I… know you?”

After asking, the air instantly froze.

The two men’s gazes intertwined, perhaps both sensing something in their hearts at this moment.

Neither spoke!

A moment later, Baiyin’s hand holding the short blade gradually lowered, his eyes carrying a trace of uncertainty, yet in an instant, he said with great certainty: “No, we couldn’t possibly know each other.”

Because in his memory, there was no person called Lianque!

Lianque also smiled bitterly: “Yes, you also couldn’t possibly be him.”

Because his A’Jin would never fail to recognize him.

Both men denied the speculation and thoughts in their own hearts.

Lianque didn’t stay long. After saying these words, he left hastily with a sense of regret.

The night swept by wild wind and heavy snow returned to tranquility once more.

Baiyin gazed at the empty end of the corridor, falling into silence.

That night, he unknowingly drank through the entire night.

Ending up passed out drunk on the stone steps.

Like a puddle of mud!

…

Early the next morning.

Song Zhi opened his eyes and got up, taking his broom to go sweep the snow.

As soon as he arrived in the courtyard, he saw Baiyin lying sprawled on the stone steps.

Snow had accumulated all over his body.

His face was completely flushed, his lips somewhat purple.

This was clearly from being frozen.

Song Zhi was immediately stunned.

What was this situation?

A living person lying here—should he sweep his broom from left to right? Or from right to left?

After struggling with this for a while, he was at a loss.

“What… what should I do?”

He was afraid of Baiyin, this was known to everyone.

After a long while—

He finally walked to Baiyin’s side, crouched down, and gently pushed him a few times with his hand, calling softly: “Baiyin? Baiyin? Wake up.”

The puddle of mud still didn’t move!

Song Zhi didn’t give up and continued calling: “Baiyin, in the dead of winter like this, if you lie here sleeping you’ll catch a chill. Wake up quickly. Baiyin? Wake up.”

“…”

“How about I help you back to your room to rest?”

“…”

The puddle of mud heard a bit of sound and shifted his body slightly, but still didn’t wake up.

This truly worried Song Zhi to death!

At this time, Lang Bo had already gotten up. He was straightening his clothes as he came out the door, and just as he rounded that corridor, he saw this scene.

Hm?

He was confused for a moment, then quickly walked over.

He asked Song Zhi: “What’s this situation?”

This scared the baby to death.

Song Zhi saw him and immediately stood up, somewhat nervous, clutching the broom in his hand, hurrying to explain: “Well… I don’t know what happened either? Early this morning I came over to sweep snow and saw Baiyin lying here. No matter how I call him, I can’t wake him.”

Lang Bo wrinkled his nose, smelling the extremely strong scent of alcohol in the surroundings.

Rushing into his nostrils, it was truly unpleasant.

His brows immediately furrowed.

His gaze swept around and he saw several wine bottles covered by the heavy snow.

Toppled over in disarray.

Scattered everywhere.

So this fellow had come out last night to drink?

Drinking was one thing, but he’d gotten completely wasted!

Now lying here, half his body was buried in the snow.

If it weren’t for the snoring sounds he was still making, others would really think he was dead!

And definitely frozen to death.

If the snow had fallen any heavier, he probably wouldn’t even be able to stick his head out!

Song Zhi asked anxiously: “Young Master Lang, what do we do now? We can’t just let Baiyin keep sleeping here, right?”

He was at his wit’s end anyway!

Lang Bo was a rough fellow. His eyes rolled, then he bent down, reached out and grabbed Baiyin’s sturdy arm.

With one effort, he hauled him up.

Hoisting him onto his shoulder.

And walked off.

This scene left Song Zhi completely dumbfounded.

He looked at his own hands that were only suitable for holding a brush to write, probably unable to even lift a bucket of well water.

How truly shameful!

He sighed and silently began sweeping the snow with his broom.

…

Lang Bo carried the reeking drunk Baiyin back to the room and without any mercy, flung him onto the bed.

“Bang!”

Baiyin’s head directly hit the hard edge of the bed.

Probably because it hurt too much.

After letting out an “Ah!” he woke up.

His whole body involuntarily curled into a ball, clutching his head and crying out in pain.

When he opened his eyes again, he saw Lang Bo standing by the bed grinning.

The drunkenness gradually dissipated, and he gained a bit of consciousness.

He sat up with difficulty, staring at Lang Bo and asking: “Why did you hit me?”

Oh my.

Actually accusing me wrongly.

Lang Bo put on an innocent face, with a trace of anger mixed in, retorting: “Who hit you? Which eye of yours saw me hit you?”

Baiyin rubbed his head: “There’s only you here. If not you, then who? Could it be me?”

“Are you so drunk you’re confused? Do you know that if I hadn’t carried you back, you’d still be lying in that snow pile outside right now, frozen to death!”

“…”

Baiyin finally reacted.

Right! He had drunk through the entire night in the courtyard yesterday.

As a result, he’d drunk himself unconscious.

And with Lang Bo putting it this way, Baiyin only now realized his whole body was shaking.

Cold had spread throughout his entire body.

Even his teeth were chattering.

Frozen for an entire night, it would be strange if he wasn’t cold.

He breathed out a puff of air, hurriedly hugged his arms and rubbed them, then pulled the blanket from the bed and wrapped it around himself.

Wrapping himself up tightly.

Then with a look of mixed emotions, he gazed at Lang Bo: “Thanks.”

“You still know to say thanks, which means you’re not completely stupid.”

“You really push your luck.” Lang Bo smiled smugly, plopping himself down on the edge of the bed. Meeting Baiyin’s still somewhat dazed eyes, he asked: “But seriously, what’s wrong with you? Last night after you woke up from that nightmare you were acting strange. When I asked you, you wouldn’t say. I thought you were just going out for a walk, but didn’t expect you to drink through the entire night outside. Drinking is one thing, but you drank all night long. Drinking all night is one thing, but how did you end up like this? Do you know that Young Master Song was terrified when he saw you like that! He’s too weak to carry you at all. If it weren’t for me, you’d still be lying outside right now. What, were you expecting the Prince to come lift you up? Dream on! If it were the Prince, he’d definitely order someone to pour a bucket of water over your head. You’d just wait to turn into an ice sculpture.”

“…”

This mouth was really too vicious.

Indeed personally trained by Jingrong. Simply extraordinary.