"No, you can't eat this fruit!"
A dispute erupted in front of a fruit stall on North Street.
A broad-chested girl, like a mother hen protecting her chicks, shielded two other girls, one older and one younger, behind her. In front of her, a fierce-looking stall owner glared at her, looking as if he wanted to devour her.
Seeing that the crowd of onlookers was growing, Frost Snow, not wanting to cause trouble for the Manager, anxiously tugged at Crow's arm.
"Crow, let's... let's not buy it."
Watching Crow and the fruit stall owner confronting each other, Frost Night, hiding behind her sister, was even more frightened and whispered,
"Please... no fighting."
She was just curious about the taste of the green fruit and had pestered her sister to buy one to try, not expecting to cause such a commotion.
The thought of possibly troubling her sister nearly brought her to tears.
"It's not about whether you buy it or not!"
