I Became the Male Lead’s Adopted Daughter

Lota stared blankly at Consort Usia, as if she thought she had misheard something—no, as if the consort before her was a hallucination.

“You only ever think about yourself.”

Usia gathered Lota’s limp, frizzy pink hair roughly into her hands and smiled with a fresh, gentle expression.

“You never reflect on your actions.”

Just then, a ribbon had fallen on the floor. Usia picked it up and tied Lota’s hair with it.

She looked at the result with satisfaction.

The low-tied hair unexpectedly suited Lota’s pale complexion.

“And you’re stupid on top of it.”

Lota’s head was spinning.

There was something unsettling and chilling in the consort’s tone. But Lota wasn’t in a rational state to pick up on that.

Yet, she could still sharply sense one thing—that the consort was looking down on her.

Consort Usia hadn’t smiled at her even once.