Naya stared at the state of the dress to be worn. Her hands were clenched into fists, her jaw tightened. Naya is really annoyed. She wanted to scream with all her might to vent her anger.
"Kyaaa ...!" shrieked Naya not so strongly. "Huh! This must be Fisa's doing. Cunning!"
Naya realized she couldn't keep quiet like this. Fisa can no longer be left alone. Naya must fight him or Fisa will think she is weak and continue to bully him.
Naya lifted her dress, looked at the form of a tattered dress at the bottom. Naya almost gave up and chose to give up. Her tears almost dropped but then Naya hurriedly wiped them away. Naya remembered the condition of her Daddy who was still lying weak in the hospital. Naya has to become strong, she can't give up under any circumstances.
Naya saw the scissors in the toolbox on the table. Naya then thought about something. This was exactly the situation she had experienced when helping her friend at a fashion show.
