"You are my hero. You are supposed to take care of me!"
Ji'an stared at her.
She looked at the girl's teary eyes.
She looked at the genuine, albeit incredibly annoying, desperation in her posture.
And slowly, the heavy, suffocating existential dread that had been crushing Ji'an's chest for the last hour began to dissipate.
The sheer, mundane absurdity of dealing with a sulking, entitled teenager was exactly the kind of distraction she desperately needed.
It was a problem she could actually solve without questioning the laws of the multiverse or dealing with psychopathic love interests.
Ji'an let out a long, heavy, incredibly weary sigh.
She released the girl's shoulders, running a hand through her own messy hair.
"Alright," Ji'an muttered, her posture relaxing as the tension drained from her muscles. "Fine. You win. Cease the waterworks. If you ruin my inner tunic with your snot, I am throwing you out the window."
