Yin Zhu looked at the piece of fabric which was lying in the trash can and sighed looks like she had to rely on herself this time around. Though she was not skilled in many things, her hands were rather dexterous and she could sew and embroider much better than the rich missies of the high-class families, when she was young and free, she had sewed many dresses for her sister but then the sewing machine at their home stopped working because it was old and something which belonged to her grandmother.
Her father did try to have the sewing machine repaired since he could afford to buy another one for her but the machine was old and its spare part cannot be found —— maybe she should just use this dress and make another one for herself.