By the river, in the courtyard of a quaint and elegant restaurant, two women stood on the viewing platform admiring the river scene under the dusk.
The mighty river flowed east, the gradually illuminating building lights reflecting on the water surface, turning into pieces of starlight with the waves.
Wei Jia, still dressed in a women's casual suit, stretched out her long, fair fingers, holding a lady's cigarette between them.
The red of the cigarette flickered, and the faint smoke swirled and dispersed with the breeze.
Wei Jia took a gentle drag of the cigarette, glanced sideways at her friend next to her, and said, "Director Wen, I've done my best for your film. The friend I invited today is my last trump card. If you can't convince him, then I'm really powerless."
