Ma Zeyu (马泽宇), once the promising heir of a powerful corporation, lingers in memory and shadow rather than in life. Dying abruptly at the age of 29 his presence now is a paradox. He appears no older than he did in death, yet time whispers that he should be 31. Standing at 180 cm with a lean yet sturdy frame and broad shoulders, he carries himself with a quiet dignity. In life, he carried the weight of legacy; in death, he lingers as a dignified specter of what might have been.