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Roland poured himself a cup of tea and looked at Nightingale. "Would you like some?"
"Yes, thank you."
Lying on the couch, she was reading a newly written play by May with great interest. She was holding the book with one hand and a piece of dried fish with another hand.
Since Anna had talked to her, she had disappeared for two days. When she returned, she looked relieved, free and easy, as she had been before. Since her return, Roland felt that she kept smiling at him and sometimes peeped at him with eyes full of vitality.
Take what she was doing now as an example.
