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.,Now she was sure, these foul smells definitely came from her own father—the head of the Kameo clan.,Could it be that she suddenly got her hands on some overpowered protagonist script!。