At eleven-thirty in the evening, half of Beijing was still brightly lit, with crowds bustling through shopping malls and pedestrian streets.
Inside room 1606 of the Yunmao Hotel, Zhang Tiancheng lay on the bed smoking a cigarette, while Janati, her face flushed, rested quietly beside him.
Neither spoke until Zhang Tiancheng had smoked half his cigarette. Janati sat up, leaned against his shoulder, and asked coyly, "Director Zhang, do you think I could be an actress?"
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