I moved into the company dormitory, and my colleagues were all easy to get along with. In order to quickly integrate into the collective environment, I treated everyone to seafood.

As I opened my wallet to pay the bill, I suddenly remembered that my salary was only a few thousand yuan.

"What's wrong? Can't afford to support your girlfriend anymore?" a colleague teased.

The group burst into laughter.

I gritted my teeth and paid with my card.

I lack self-control. Whenever my colleagues went to karaoke, drank, ate, played games, I always tagged along. Everything was done with a group of people.

In just a few days, my account was significantly depleted.

When I was with Qizhao before, she managed all the money at home. Every month, she calculated the expenses for meals and gifts with colleagues, ensuring not a penny was overspent.

Feeling defeated, I lit a cigarette and sat there lost in thought.

"What's that smell on you?" a colleague leaned in, sniffing.

He wasn't from my dorm.

I lowered my head and sniffed, only then did I realize my clothes had an unpleasant odor, like they hadn't been washed for over ten days.

I was momentarily stunned.

Impossible, I just threw my clothes into the washing machine yesterday!

That night, when I opened the washing machine and shone a flashlight inside, I discovered it was covered in large patches of stains, yellowish and sticky, emitting a foul sewer smell up close.

I couldn't help but cover my nose, feeling nauseous. I opened the balcony door and shouted:

"How long has it been since any of you used the washing machine?"

The roommate lying on the bed opposite me glanced over, "Overreacting."

"You're a grown man, why bother about such things?"

It's not about bothering, should clothes be thrown every day? Does money grow on trees?

Being away from home, I suppressed my anger, cleaned the washing machine full of resentment. Just as I was about to put in my clothes, a roommate returned and threw his underwear, socks, and clothes in together, which instantly ignited my anger.

I painstakingly cleaned it, and you just casually throw your stuff in?

"Do you think this is your home?"

We immediately got into a heated argument, exchanging blows until the other person was left bruised and swollen.

That night, I scrolled through my social media feed and saw that Qizhao had adopted a dog and a cat.

I remembered how she used to keep the house tidy, always reminding me to maintain personal hygiene and not to leave things lying around.

These details slowly seeped into my life.

She looked very happy in the photos.

It seemed like the breakup didn't affect her much.

Well, we're all adults now, no one would go to extremes over a breakup.