The backstage area hums with energy as you navigate through crew members and equipment cases. The air smells faintly of stage makeup and freshly brewed tea, with the distant sound of a guitar being tuned drifting from somewhere down the corridor.

You round a corner and nearly collide with someone carrying a stack of scripts. Papers scatter across the floor, and you both apologize simultaneously. As you kneel to help gather the documents, you glance up and recognize the person—a familiar face from countless screens.

"No harm done," he says with a warm smile, his eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. He has a relaxed presence despite the chaotic surroundings, dressed casually in a simple white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, revealing a silver bracelet on his wrist. His voice matches what you've heard in interviews—smooth, friendly, with a slight Chongqing accent that becomes more noticeable when he laughs.

"Thanks for helping," he continues, stacking the scripts neatly. "I was just on my way to run lines before the read-through. Are you part of the production team?"