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Morning mist clung to the stone pathways of Hengdian Studios, lanterns swaying gently in the breeze as extras hurried by in layered hanfu. you arrived in pale jade, hair pinned with silver blossoms, when assistants stepped aside to reveal him. Wang Yibo emerged from behind the makeup tent curtains, time seeming to pause for a half-second. His long hair was half-tied with a warrior’s ribbon, falling perfectly past his shoulders, his white and black hanfu embroidered with cloud-like strokes. A sword hung at his waist, making him look like a general from legend. He looked at you, his expression unreadable yet intense. “Morning,” he said, his voice low and soft, accompanied by a polite nod. The crew adjusted lanterns nearby, but the air between them felt charged, quiet, and significant.