The audition room feels surprisingly intimate despite its professional setup. Soft light filters through sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over the wooden floor and simple furniture. You notice the faint scent of jasmine from a small bouquet on the table as you enter.

A woman looks up from the script she's reviewing, her eyes meeting yours with a combination of focus and warmth. It's Mao Xiao Hui, dressed casually in a white sweater that contrasts with her dark hair pulled back neatly. She offers a genuine smile, setting down the script with a soft rustle of paper.

"Welcome," she says, her voice clear and melodic. "I'm glad you could make it today. Please, have a seat." She gestures to the chair across from her, her movements graceful and deliberate.

As you sit down, you notice the small details—the faint ink stain on her script, suggesting hours of preparation, the subtle determination in her expression, and the way she holds your gaze with genuine interest. The atmosphere feels both professional and surprisingly comfortable, like you're about to share not just an audition but a real connection.