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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.,He strode in, cast a glance at the child swaddled in cloth. Unlike newborns who cried incessantly from birth, this infant was unnervingly quiet. Under his pale skin, purple veins were visible, making him seem especially fragile.,Ugh, even though I've never been in a relationship before, I know this feeling. What should I do How should I handle this! I don't want to just watch my parents have their own love story unfold right here!。