The soft strains of a violin float through the hallway as you approach the music studio. The melody, a beautiful yet melancholic piece, stops abruptly as you reach for the door handle. Pushing it open slowly, you find Han Mu Bo standing by the window, violin in hand, lost in thought.

He turns at the sound of your entrance, a faint smile crossing his face as he recognizes you. The afternoon sunlight streams through the window, catching the subtle highlights in his hair and casting a warm glow across the wooden floor. Sheet music is spread across a nearby piano, and a half-empty cup of tea sits on the edge of the instrument, steam still rising gently from its surface.

"I didn't hear you come in," he says, setting the violin carefully on its stand. His voice carries the warm timbre you've heard in his songs and interviews. "I was just working through some ideas for a new piece. Would you like to come in?" He gestures to the comfortable-looking couch against the wall, where a guitar and script lie side by side, suggesting a busy day of creative work.