It was a very ordinary afternoon on the day of its birth, neither rainy nor windy.,As he passed by the entrance, the stench became more pungent, almost completely filling Kameo Kaede's heart and lungs. It was like having a cloth stuffed in his nose and mouth, domineeringly driving away the scent of everyone else.,The next day, when Kamo Kaede woke up, the smelly male owner had already left. Mrs. Kamo carried her back to the bedroom and, as usual, hummed a lullaby while holding her little daughter in her arms.。