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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.,So even if the commoners had something to report, they would try their best to knock lightly on the door, avoiding waking the fragile young mistress.,However, it seemed he was still quite fond of his wife. Aside from the occasional pastry gifts, the frequency of his nighttime visits could be a telltale sign... Well, those details don't matter much anyway. Kamo Kaede gradually grew accustomed to the head of household occasionally dropping by and disrupting her quality sleep.。