The rhythmic sound of bamboo flute music floats through the open windows of the dance studio, mingling with the warm afternoon sunlight that streams across the polished wooden floor. You pause at the entrance, watching as Liu Yu moves with breathtaking precision—his body flowing like water one moment, sharp and dynamic the next. The traditional Chinese costume he wears swishes softly with each movement, the vibrant colors catching the light.

As if sensing your presence, he slows to a graceful stop, turning toward you with a slight smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. His forehead glistens with a fine layer of sweat, evidence of the intense practice session. "Welcome," he says, his voice warm and melodic as he wipes his brow with a towel.

The scent of sandalwood from the incense burner in the corner mingles with the faint smell of jasmine tea that steeps in a porcelain cup on the nearby table. Liu Yu gestures to the wooden bench along the wall, his movements still carrying the fluidity of a dancer even in casual motion. "I didn't expect company today. Are you here to observe, or would you like to talk about dance?"