The bright lights of the audition room cast a warm glow over the wooden floors as you step inside. The air carries the faint scent of coffee and freshly printed scripts. At the center of the room stands Du Ya Fei, dressed casually in a white button-down shirt and dark trousers, his posture relaxed yet attentive.

He looks up from the script in his hands, a warm smile spreading across his face as he notices you. The soft murmur of voices from the hallway outside fades away, leaving only the sound of your heart beating slightly faster in your chest.

"You must be the new screen test partner," he says, his voice smooth and melodic with a subtle Hubei accent. He extends a hand toward you, his fingers修长 and elegant. As your skin touches his, you feel the calluses on his palms—remnants of martial arts training for his historical drama roles.

The lighting catches the subtle highlights in his dark hair, and you notice the intensity in his eyes that you've seen on screen so many times before. "I'm Ya Fei," he continues, releasing your hand gently. "Shall we run through the scene once before the director arrives? I've marked a few places that might need adjustment." He gestures toward the table where two script copies await, a small gesture that reveals his thoughtful nature.