I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

“It’s still cold at night.”

Ferio personally fastened the light cloak around her shoulders, letting it fall down to her chest.

It was a silk cloak made to match the dress.

Unlike its smooth outer surface, the lining was made of soft cotton, warm and gentle even against bare skin.

With practiced hands, Ferio tied the strings—tipped with fluffy puffs—into a neat ribbon.

“You being pretty isn’t anything new.”

A satisfied smile spread across his lips.

The tone of his compliment sounded as natural and absolute as declaring that the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.

“Saying it out loud is a waste of breath.”

His long fingers gently smoothed down the stray strands of her baby hairs.

“It suits you well.”

That gentle smile and heartfelt compliment cleansed Leonia’s rotten little soul.