Hair as fiery red as pomegranate blossoms cascaded down her shoulders, and her eyes were the same brilliant crimson as her locks. Yet, there was no arrogance or flamboyance to match their color. Instead, they resembled a lake rippling in the wind.,Wait, wait a minute, I'm still here. What are you doing in front of the children!,Now she was sure, these foul smells definitely came from her own father—the head of the Kameo clan.。