I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

“Because it looked like you really wanted to sit next to me.”

Hmph. Leonia grumbled as if it was nothing, but gently leaned against Ferio’s arm.

“Just admit you wanted to sit next to me.”

“That’s not it.”

While Leonia played coy, the carriage passed through the gate smoothly.

Ferio pretended not to notice how the child leaned into him, visibly relaxed.

Apparently, that first bout of motion sickness had left a stronger impression than she let on.

A large hand quietly began to gently stroke her back.

The open plains that had housed the border checkpoint turned into a thick forest in the blink of an eye.

It was far more lush than when Leonia had first arrived, a vivid sign of the summer heat.

But thanks to the thick canopy of leaves, the harsh sunlight was filtered out.

Even the horses seemed more at ease.