Her warm hand clasped his, and a smile bloomed on her face more radiant than any hibiscus flower.,Kamo Kaede couldn't think too much. The fishy, rancid taste of goat milk filled her palate, and she was force-fed half a bottle of powdered milk by the maids.,Now she was sure, these foul smells definitely came from her own father—the head of the Kameo clan.。