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Several days passed.

Erland wore a black jacket matching a white t-shirt and black jeans, along with a small crossbody bag for his essentials, white and black shoes, and a coffee-scented perfume. the man looked so dashing and handsome, ready to go. but where will he go?

"Are you really leaving?"

"Yes, of course," Erland replied, seeing Tiffany, who had just arrived with a cup of coffee on a small plate. "I've postponed it for a few days. So, I can't delay it any longer."

"But I need you," Tiffany murmured, walking towards the bed and sitting on the edge.

"Oh come on..." Erland furrowed his brow, approaching Tiffany and taking her coffee. "I've been with you, doing what you want..." He quickly drank his coffee.

Tiffany fell silent, staring at Erland, handsome yet always seeming to consider her unimportant, even though he couldn't recall their past.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Erland asked, smiling thinly.

"Don't you have any desire for me?" Tiffany countered. "Like... Like m