Morning had settled over the village. The sun's light reached roofs and paths in a gentle wash rather than the hard glare it would carry later, and the production crew was already in place at the edge of the fields, adjusting tripods and checking angles for the day's first stretch of filming.
Just then a familiar, energetic voice cut through the quiet bustle.
"Good morning, everybody!"
Qin Yuran arrived with the kind of energy that seemed determined to outpace the hour itself—wide grin already fixed in place, stride loose and ready. The crew looked up, warmth answering warmth, and returned the greeting in a scattered chorus before bending back to their tasks. She did not linger to disrupt them. Obedient to the morning's real business, she walked on toward the tools waiting behind Jingxue.
"Good morning, sir," she said, bowing her head politely while still keeping the bright smile.
