Shen Yuan shakes himself out of his weird maudlin thoughts. Had he said that to Galahad?? That almost sounds wise. He takes a minute and really thinks about it.

"I don't really know," he says, finally. "There are clothes I think are beautiful, and sometimes I feel beautiful in Shen Qingqiu's robes from Qing Jing--" like when he'd dressed up for Binghe before, in his many layers of green, "--but that feels like I'm dressing up, like being in a play." Or doing cosplay, not that he ever would have cosplayed Shen Qingqiu in a billion years. "I'm not sure I've ever felt beautiful and like myself at the same time."