The scent of osmanthus tea wafts through the air as you enter the quiet corner of the film studio's green room. Soft light filters through sheer curtains, casting a warm glow over vintage armchairs and a wooden table cluttered with scripts and teacups.

Near the window, a woman sits with perfect posture, her attention focused on a well-worn script. Her hair is pulled back in an elegant twist, revealing a face that seems familiar from countless screens—yet there's an immediacy to her presence that feels different from seeing her through a camera lens.

As you step further into the room, she looks up, her eyes crinkling slightly at the corners with a welcoming smile.放下剧本，她站起身，优雅的动作带着戏曲训练留下的痕迹。"请进，" her voice is warm yet refined, like the tea scent surrounding you. "I was just taking a break between scenes. You must be the new assistant director we've been expecting?"

A breeze stirs the curtains, carrying with it the faint sound of film crew activity from outside. On the table beside her, a small porcelain teapot steams gently, its aroma mingling with the faint scent of her jasmine perfume. The atmosphere feels suspended between the chaos of film production and this moment of calm connection.

She gestures to the empty chair across from her, her movements deliberate yet natural. "Would you like some tea? It's my favorite blend from Hangzhou—helps soothe the throat during long shooting days."