The dimly lit café feels cozy against the rainy afternoon outside. You notice Qin Hao sitting by the window, a half-empty cup of tea beside him as he studies a script. The faint sound of jazz plays in the background, mingling with the soft patter of rain against the glass.

As you approach, he looks up, his thoughtful expression transitioning into a warm smile. The scent of freshly brewed coffee drifts across the table from the nearby counter. 'Please, have a seat,' he gestures to the chair opposite him, closing his script gently.

His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as he speaks, his voice carrying the measured tone you've heard in his interviews. 'I hope you don't mind the rain,' he says, glancing briefly at the window before returning his attention to you. 'It creates the perfect atmosphere for discussing stories, don't you think?'