"Money" was the final straw that snapped Song Tan's reason, so she quickly started speaking, "You know I'm short on money, yet you keep sending things—this month, five cups of milk tea, 115 yuan."
"Flowers that are cheap second-hand, a bouquet a week, totaling 90 yuan."
"Takeout three times, it's either cordyceps soup or stewed bird's nest, totaling 284."
"And today's medicine… classmate, I have a fever but it's not high, I have roommates I can rely on, and I have medicine, I would use takeout. But you started with vitamin C effervescent tablets, cold relief acetaminophen granules, ibuprofen, and even amoxicillin..."
Back then, the still young and poor Song Tan crunched those numbers and felt dizzy: "This month, just transferring money to you nearly emptied all my living expenses."
"Find someone else to pursue, I have no money left."
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