Wei Ying goes into his own dressing room next door, trying on a couple of the things and then emerging wearing a foreign-style suit in red and black.

Smiling at the sight of Lan Zhan's outfit, he straightens his lapels and lingers close to him. "You look as handsome as ever." The problem is, Lan Zhan always looks handsome and formal. Wei Ying will be happy no matter what, but the outfit gets no particular excitement or interest.