My Daughters Are Regressors

༺ To Children, Parties Are Like War! (4) ༻

Creak—

Brigitte unlocked the door with a key and opened it.

As she did, she saw curtains fluttering in the breeze from an open window.

The room was spacious.

Despite being filled with furniture like beds, desks, dressers, and closets, there was still plenty of space left.

The first thing that caught Brigitte’s eye was a teddy bear on the bed.

Worn and tattered, but upon closer inspection, it was neatly mended with clean fabric.

“Is that Aru?”