"It's not that I don't love it, Lan Zhan, it's - it's great! It fits well, and I mean, nobody does layers better than Gusu Lan, but - it doesn't feel right, and I can't - I mean, I could try another one but -"

A single pale finger pressed against flapping lips, gentle pressure softening the abrupt motion.

"The clothes are decoration; if Wei Ying does not like them, Wei Ying does not like them - explanations are unnecessary."