At this moment, the charming and alluring aunt overlapped in her mind with Fujiwara Reya — indeed a family, equally detestable when they turn bad!
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The lights were dim, and the candle shadows flickered.
Kasahara Fumi absentmindedly finished reading her book and left the balcony.
Returning to the room prepared for her, her mood gradually calmed down. The room was classical and elegant, with a narrow hanging piece of calligraphy or painting at the half tatami-sized entrance, and a folding screen painted with "The Tale of Genji" stories. Behind the screen hung a red beaded curtain, inside was a small bath; the maids had already brought in the hot spring water, scattering light pink dried petals into the steamy mist, with sandalwood gently wafting smoke by the poolside.
"Madam," a maid who had been waiting for a long time approached with clothes in hand, "we will attend to your bath."
"You all can leave now." Kasahara Fumi instructed, her voice somehow turning gentle.
