While Yuliang hadn't personally stepped foot into a club, Yukio was a frequent visitor. So Yuliang did have a rough idea of what he was getting into and knew he wouldn't like it.
Inspecting his reflection in his room's mirror, Yuliang decided that he didn't feel like wearing a braid anymore. So he unravelled it and tied his hair up in a loose ponytail at the nape of his neck. A few loose strands of his hair blew into his face, but Yuliang wasn't too fussy. He just grabbed two bobby pins and used them to pin back the more annoying strands.
Besides taking off his Healer's robe, Yuliang didn't bother to change from that day's outfit. An argyle patterned black, white, and purple sweater, grey sweatpants, and a pair of worn-out sneakers that he wore everywhere. He just neatened it up a bit by smoothing out the creases.
He grabbed the black parka off his coat rack beside the door and slid it on with care.
It was probably the most expensive item he owned—a gift from granny for his sixteenth birthday.
Mist Valley might be a town in Sundan, a region known for its hot weather, but it was located on the regional border, deep in the mountains, so temperatures there did tend to drop below freezing.
Scanning his dorm to see if there was anything out of place or anything he had forgotten, Yuliang covered his face with the surgical mask he had now gotten used to wearing before he pulled up his hood. Then grabbed his keys and wallet from the coffee table and sent a short text to Eric before double-locking the door behind him and heading out.