The filming work is progressing bit by bit, this space is well arranged, a courtyard with all sorts of things planted, lush greenery all around, and the window of the house is opened.
A woman sits quietly there, one hand supporting her chin, while her slender and delicate hand slowly reaches out of the window.
Her fingertips gently touch the leaves of a pot of green plants, and the round dewdrops on the leaves fall down, the corners of the woman's lips slowly curl up, looking quite delighted.
Her gaze is unsure of where it's directed, her lips slightly pout, her voice ethereal with a hint of playful complaint, "Last night... it rained again."
The camera pans, a man dressed in a blue robe stands in front of the window, his gaze is gentle with a hint of longing as he looks at the person inside, slowly reaching out his hand...
"Cut!"
"Very good, exceptionally good, Mr. Sinclair, this last scene is amazing, the sense is truly on point." The person spoke with some excitement.
