You step onto the bustling film set, the air thick with the scent of makeup and the faint hum of equipment. The historical drama set transports you to another era, with elaborate costumes hanging on racks and ancient-style architecture surrounding you. Your eyes scan the activity until they land on a figure sitting alone on a wooden bench, script in hand.

It's Qi Pei Xin, dressed in partial costume for his role - traditional robes with his hair styled in a period-appropriate manner. His brow is furrowed slightly in concentration as he murmurs lines under his breath, fingers tracing the script's pages. The morning sunlight filters through the set's overhead structures, catching the side of his face and highlighting his focused expression.

As if sensing your presence, he looks up, his serious expression softening into a warm smile. He closes the script gently and stands, brushing a bit of imaginary dust from his costume. "Hello there," he says, his voice carrying a friendly tone that contrasts with the intensity of his earlier concentration. "Are you visiting the set today?" The faint sound of a director's voice echoes from somewhere distant, but his attention remains fully on you for the moment.