He stood straight and stared impudently at her. He quietly muttered hopefully under his breath, "Look at me... Notice me..." He first saw her on the street a few months ago, and despite the time, he hasn't forgotten her. When he passed her on the street that day, he felt an impulse. She wasn't a normal girl, and she wasn't a normal person either. She was like a medium between two worlds, the world of humans and demons. He knew it immediately. But she continued walking, without any reaction to his presence. She looked like a typical girl her age, young and pretty. She was very quiet, dressed modestly. Her shiny auburn hair was pinned high, showing off her long white neck. That innocent face, with those little kissable red lips and those dark eyes, so gentle. Today Dante wanted to look deep into her soul, penetrate it through and through. As she walked on the other side, she looked up slightly, shared a shy glance with him, then lowered her head and continued walking. "I wasn't wrong, you are different, your soul is touched with angelic blood." Dante whispered under his breath, looking at her figure disappearing into the crowd.