"My key!" Fiona exclaimed in surprise, hastily picking up the two broken pieces and looking at them with a disbelieving expression.
"Wuuuuu~ My key! Wuuuu~" Tears welled up at the corners of her eyes as she wept bitterly.
This key was her most cherished possession, her weapon for slipping into her daddy's bedroom each night if the door was locked.
How could she not cry and feel saddened?
Moreover, the pink color, her favorite, made this key even dearer to her than the teddy bear she used to sleep with.
Charlotte, who had snapped back to reality shortly after, was surprised to see Fiona crying and felt a twinge of panic.
She hadn't anticipated the key breaking so easily, especially after exerting all her strength.
Furthermore, observing her little sister's tears, Charlotte deduced just how much Fiona cherished the key.
Nonetheless, Charlotte swiftly regained her composure and clarity of thought.
