Yuliang dived into the act of cleaning his new place with relish, sweeping, mopping, scrubbing, and polishing with single-minded dedication and an upbeat music playlist playing in the background at a moderate volume.
He didn't quit until the entire apartment was practically gleaming and smelling like citrus, a scent he associated with comfort and relaxation.
He stored his new equipment in the kitchen and then went to his room to grab a towel and toiletries before heading to the bathroom to take a long hot shower.
After washing what felt like a day's worth of grime, Yuliang came out of the steaming shower and dried himself off with the large fluffy towel he'd left on the towel rail.
After slipping on his underwear, he pulled on his favorite grey hoodie and black sweats while debating whether he would need to grab a jacket before he headed out.
Using the mirror that a previous owner had hung on the wardrobe door, Yuliang took on the long, arduous task of brushing through his waist-long hair, face unchanging under pain of snagged knots, while wondering if there was anything he had forgotten to add to his shopping list.
If he had, it wasn't anything important.
Once he finished brushing his hair, Yuliang tied it into a loose braid over his shoulder secured with a dark hair tie and sighed.
Today was really turning out to be such a long day.