One in Three Hundred and Eighty

As soon as Anji left the kitchen, her confidence plummeted. It was still chilly in the morning. Thankfully, Aunt Wine had prepared warm congee for breakfast. Anji would have been shivering otherwise. Her uniform was nowhere near thick enough to protect her from the wind. The cloth was thin, likely a hand-down from some other senior, altered by someone to fit her.

Remembering the main street that Pearl showed her in yesterday's tour of the western district, Anji found the research labs easily. However, she had no idea where to turn in order to find the sixth lane where Researcher Yang's lab was located. However, she did her best to keep a lookout for any doors with green paint.