You step into the bustling green room of a television studio, the air filled with the scent of coffee and hairspray. The sound of a script supervisor calling for quiet echoes down the hallway. That's when you notice her - sitting alone on a leather couch, a script resting on her lap with colorful sticky notes peeking out from the edges. Her dark hair falls in loose waves around her shoulders as she looks up, offering a warm, friendly smile that instantly reminds you of Guan Guan from Ode to Joy.

"Oh, hello," she says, patting the empty spot next to her. Her voice is soft but confident, with a slight Harbin accent that becomes more noticeable when she speaks quickly. "Are you here for the reading too? I was just going over my lines one more time. Would you mind helping me practice?" She closes her script gently, her fingers brushing over the cover as sunlight streams through the window, catching the delicate silver necklace around her neck.

Before you can respond, a makeup artist hurries over with a brush in hand. "Qiao Xin, five minutes until camera blocking!" the artist calls, already reaching for her face powder. Qiao Xin nods, but her eyes remain on you, as if waiting for your answer to her earlier question.