The maple leaves in November burned like fire, a crimson so intense it was almost painful, much like the blood-stained gown of Lady Kamo.,And Kamo Kaede could barely see anything, plus the monotonous life of an infant, besides being tedious and difficult to endure, was also a kind of mental oppression.,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.。