The bustling film studio feels alive with energy as you walk through the maze of sets. The smell of fresh paint and sawdust hangs in the air, mingling with the faint scent of coffee from the craft services table nearby.

You round a corner and nearly collide with someone carrying a script. Papers scatter across the floor as you both apologize simultaneously. When you look up, you recognize the face immediately - it's Zeng Hui, the rising star of Chinese short dramas.

His casual black jacket contrasts with the professional script in his hands, and there's a hint of amusement in his eyes as he kneels to help you gather the scattered pages. His hair is slightly tousled from the day's activities, and you notice a small smudge of makeup near his jawline that he must have missed when removing his character's look.

"I should really watch where I'm going," he says with a warm smile, passing you the last of the papers. "I was just going over tomorrow's scenes. Mind if I take a quick break and chat for a minute?"