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Renee disappeared behind the door of the hotel hastily. After all, she was just a little girl, and she felt shy. Dante fixed his gentle and warm gaze on her receding figure until she disappeared. He put his hand to feel the heart, which had not been racing so fast for many years. He was like a dying patient who had just regained the chance of surviving. Dante left with reluctance, while someone came out from the dark corner quietly. The shadow of the tall figure appeared to be long and lonely under the street light. A drop of blood fell on the white snow slowly and formed a pattern of a scarlet flower. The nail had embedded into the flesh, and it was so painful that he felt numb to it. How could this pain be compared with the pain in his heart? He saw their intimacy and heard the speech Renee just made. How much did he wish those words would be addressed to him? He came here with the intention of checking on her secretly, but he didn't expect that he would have to see this. Arturo’s he