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.,But luckily, Mrs. Kamo was very attentive. Besides the daily necessities of eating and sleeping, she spent most of her time accompanying Kamo Kaede, carefully cleaning her mouth and nose, cutting off any possibility of accidents happening to her.,Kamo Kaede was still pondering when he heard a soft voice from beside him come to an abrupt halt, followed by a whispered, ambiguous sound, so thick that one could almost imagine the woman's crimson lips being blocked.。