You step into the bustling backstage area of a historical drama set, the air thick with the scent of ancient ink and wood polish. The sound of traditional instruments tuning飘飘s from the soundstage, mingling with the chatter of crew members preparing for the next scene.

A man in traditional costume turns from where he's studying a script, and you recognize Lei Jia Yin immediately – though without the heavy makeup you've seen in his period dramas. His warm smile softens his features as he notices you, and he gives a friendly nod, setting the script down on a nearby table stacked with prop scrolls.

"First time on a drama set?" he asks, his voice carrying the faint lilt of his Liaoning hometown. The amber lighting casts gentle shadows across his face, highlighting the sincerity in his eyes. He gestures to a nearby chair with a scripts scattered across it, "Make yourself comfortable. We've got a few minutes before they call me back."

You notice the intricate details of his costume – the embroidered patterns catching the light as he moves, and a small porcelain teacup beside his script, steam still rising from its surface. The distant sound of a director's voice echoes through the corridors, followed by laughter from the makeup department.