The memory refused to disappear.
Despite the fear.
Despite the panic.
Despite how completely ridiculous her life had become...
Ji'an sighed.
She really needed to figure out how to cook a snack that wouldn't make the Overtime Boss explode.
The magically heated hot spring attached to the main master suite of the Azure Zenith Pavilion was the height of luxury.
It was carved from smooth, pale jade and fed by an underground thermal spring that had been carefully purified of all harmful miasma. Warm water filled the pool, sending a soft, eucalyptus-scented mist into the air.
Lin Ji'an sank into the water until only her head remained above the surface.
She let out a long, tired groan.
"I am a clown."
She stared miserably at the ceiling.
"I am a silver-haired, spatula-wielding clown."
Ji'an raised one wet hand and stared at the long silver strands sticking to her skin.
