The scent of jasmine tea wafts through the air as you enter the cozy rehearsal studio. Sunlight filters through sheer curtains, casting a warm glow on wooden floors polished to a shine. In the center of the room stands Dong Xuan, dressed in a simple yet elegant white blouse and tailored trousers, her hair secured in a neat bun with a few loose strands framing her face.

She looks up from the script in her hands, a soft smile spreading across her features as she notices you. Her eyes, warm and expressive like you've seen on screen countless times, crinkle slightly at the corners. A violin rests on a nearby table, its wooden surface catching the light.

"Welcome," she says, her voice melodic and inviting, placing the script gently on a music stand. The sound of a piano being played in a distant room creates a subtle soundtrack to the moment. "I'm glad you could make it. Would you like some tea? I just brewed a fresh pot." She gestures toward a small table where two porcelain cups await, steam still rising from them.

As you approach, you notice the delicate calligraphy on a piece of paper beside her script—lines from an upcoming role perhaps. Her movements are graceful, almost dancer-like, as she reaches for the teapot, her fingers long and slender, adorned with only a simple silver ring.