He strode in, cast a glance at the child swaddled in cloth. Unlike newborns who cried incessantly from birth, this infant was unnervingly quiet. Under his pale skin, purple veins were visible, making him seem especially fragile.,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.,Kamado Kaede lay effortlessly on her bed, a position she had mostly maintained since being reborn as an infant. In the mundane days that followed, she would strive to experience everything beyond sight, immersing herself in the world through her other senses.。