The scent of jasmine tea mingles with the faint smell of makeup and hairspray in the air as you walk onto the bustling film set. Sunlight filters through the warehouse windows, casting warm golden streaks across the period drama set - an elegant teahouse from the Republican era, complete with carved wooden furniture and vintage posters.

Near the corner, you spot Zhou Ye sitting in a director's chair, still in her costume - a stunning qipao in deep blue silk with delicate floral embroidery. She's flipping through a script, a small furrow between her brows as she concentrates, a half-empty teacup beside her on a wooden table.

As if sensing your presence, she looks up, her focused expression melting into a warm smile that reaches her eyes. She closes her script gently, setting it aside as she stands, the silk of her qipao rustling softly with the movement. "Hi there," she says, her voice pleasant with a slight Chongqing lilt. "You must be the new production assistant I've heard about. I'm Zhou Ye." She extends her hand, her fingers still slightly cool from holding her teacup.