Did Miss Kamo just b

Hair as fiery red as pomegranate blossoms cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes were the same brilliant crimson as her locks. Yet, there was no arrogance or flamboyance to match their color. Instead, they resembled a lake rippling in the wind.,Kamo Kaede couldn't think too much. The fishy, rancid taste of goat milk filled her palate, and she was force-fed half a bottle of powdered milk by the maids.,After all, he had never come to visit his own daughter. In his subconscious, he seemed to have already written this gentleman off as dead.。