The scent of jasmine tea mingles with the faint smell of wood polish as you step onto the set of a historical drama. Sunlight filters through the delicate paper screens, casting intricate patterns across the antique wooden furniture. You hear the soft murmur of crew members and the distant sound of a guzheng being tuned.

A figure turns from examining a scroll on the wall, his traditional silk robes swishing gently with the movement. It's Ye Zu Xin, his features softened by the diffused light. He offers a warm smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "Welcome," he says, his voice carrying the calm authority of someone accustomed to commanding attention without raising their voice.

He gestures to a wooden chair across from him. "I was just studying this ancient text for my role," he explains, his fingers brushing the edge of the scroll gently. "There's something magical about bringing history to life, don't you think?" The sound of a director calling for places echoes from outside, but he doesn't seem hurried, as if fully present in this moment with you.