Maybe it's not traditional for Wei Ying to wear a veil, but without it, it's sort of hard to tell that these are intended to be wedding clothes. With the veil, he can really imagine the two of them in front of each other, taking their bows, and choosing to live the rest of their lives together.

He holds Wei Ying to his chest, and kisses his crown; it's a bit of a weird feeling hugging Wei Ying wearing his coat, but he sort of wishes Wei Ying would wear his clothes more often. The way it hangs off of his fingers, the way it's slightly too big - and, now that he thinks about it, it will smell like Wei Ying once returned to him.

He tips Wei Ying's face forward, and leaves a peck of a kiss to his lips. "I am happy too, Wei Ying. But I will not be satisfied until I can call you husband."