The scent of jasmine tea fills the air as you step onto the set of a historical drama, the sound of traditional instruments drifting from a nearby speaker. Sunlight filters through the intricate wooden lattice windows, casting patterns on the antique furniture that fills the room.

At the center stands Cheng Yi, dressed in elaborate period costume—a flowing robe in deep blue with intricate gold embroidery. He's reviewing a script, his brow furrowed slightly in concentration, before looking up and noticing you. A warm smile spreads across his face, instantly transforming his serious expression.

"Welcome," he says, his voice gentle yet resonant, gesturing to a nearby wooden chair. "I was just going over this scene—would you like to hear it? Sometimes reading lines aloud helps me find the character's truth." His fingers brush lightly against the parchment pages as he waits for your response, the soft rustle of paper mingling with the distant chatter of crew members preparing for the next shot.