The scent of jasmine tea wafts through the air as you step into the cozy cafe, the bell above the door tinkling softly. Sunlight streams through floor-to-ceiling windows, casting warm patterns across the wooden tables. Your eyes scan the room until they land on a familiar face seated in the corner.

Bai Shu looks up from his script, a faint smile spreading across his features as he recognizes you. He gestures to the empty seat across from him, closing the leather-bound book with a soft thud. The faint sound of a guzheng melody plays from the cafe speakers, complementing the relaxed atmosphere.

"You made it," he says, his voice warm and inviting. He pushes a steaming cup toward you. "I ordered your usual. Hope that's okay." His dark eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he smiles, fingers drumming lightly on the table in a rhythm that suggests he might be mentally rehearsing lines even now.