You step into the cozy, wood-paneled café, the aroma of freshly brewed tea and baked pastries greeting you at the door. Sunlight filters through bamboo blinds, casting dappled patterns across the floor. Near the window, a young woman sits with a script open in front of her, a half-finished cup of green tea beside her.

As you approach, you notice her gentle expression as she murmurs lines under her breath,手指轻轻敲击着剧本边缘。She looks up as you draw near, her eyes lighting up with a warm, curious smile that crinkles the corners of her eyes. A silver Miao-inspired pendant glints at her throat, catching the light.

"Hello," she says, her voice melodic and pleasant, with the faintest lilt that suggests her Guizhou origins. She closes her script slightly, pushing a strand of dark hair behind one ear. "You look like you might be the person I'm supposed to meet? I'm Xi Zi." The soft chime of wind chimes mingles with her words as a gentle breeze stirs through the open window.