Her warm hand clasped his, and a smile bloomed on her face more radiant than any hibiscus flower.,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.,But today, her scent was no longer simply pure and light. It was tainted with the Master of Kama's smell—that nauseating stench. Even a faint trace of it made Kamado Kaede want to cry.。