[Wen Kexing might not actually know much about fine taste or rich materials, but he loves the idea of them. Extravagant things that true heroes and princes might wear in fairy tales--and the fact it is unrealistic only makes him like them even more. But at the same time, he doesn't want to be sold the scarves. It isn't like he has bad taste, right?! He can decide for himself!

So Wen Kexing stubbornly flips open his fan, waving it in front of him lightly with an exaggeratedly proud pose. Cold and distant beauty, that is his aim here.]

I am seeking the best, of course. ["Of course."] But how can you guarantee that the best is this scarf? It's pretty, but I have many beautiful treasures. I want something to match.