Love Hidden in the Wind and Takeout Food

I didn't panic. I replied to him with a smiling emoji.

I took out pen and paper, clicked open all the bills, and calculated the money I had spent on Spencer in the past.

I was shocked when I got the result.

In five years, I spent 160 thousand dollars on Spencer.

Among them, I spent nearly 20 thousand dollars on various luxury gifts.

And I hadn't even included the shared rent.

When I met Spencer, he was working at a trading company. I had just graduated.

In the second year of our relationship, he successfully passed the postgraduate entrance examination. I successfully became a regular employee and got promoted.

After that, I started supporting Spencer.

He always said that the other students under his mentor looked down on him. After all, he didn't wear clothes from any famous brands.

To glorify him, I sacrificed myself and bought things for him.

I did so until he successfully worked for the federal government after getting his master's degree.

He didn't specify how much his salary was, but he felt that his social status had greatly improved.

He pursued a higher standard of living in terms of food, clothing, and daily necessities.

Thus, I had a significant decrease in my savings.

In addition, the poor job market this year resulted in me being laid off, making me even poorer.

As for Spencer, the only gift he gave me in these five years was a worn-out jacket.

It was also our third Valentine's Day together.

At that time, I was on a business trip in Chicago and complained to him on the phone about how cold it was.

Coincidentally, Valentine's Day was around the corner. Spencer suddenly said, "Baby, I used to be financially tight and never gave you any gifts. I always felt guilty about it."

"On this Valentine's Day, I'll give you a gift. You'll be happy when you receive it."

I had been looking forward to it for many days.

When I received the gift, it was a super large box.

My colleagues looked at me with envy.

When it was opened, everyone coughed and said they had something else to do.

It was a gift from Spencer. When it was opened, the first layer was filled with some yogurt and small dolls from a claw machine.

After removing them, I saw a thick layer of grass underneath.

It took me three times to remove them all.

Then there were ten small bottles of milk. If I didn't see it wrong, these were the ones I had given to him when he was preparing for the postgraduate entrance examination.

The handwritten blessings on top were from me. The milk had long expired.

Then there was another thick layer of grass.

After taking it off, I saw a worn-out deep blue down jacket.

When I took it out, the thread cuff was so loose that the whole arm was about to fall off.

It was also a gift I gave to Spencer.

I had gifted it to him in our first year together.

At that time, I received a bonus. Spencer saw the Bosideng down jacket and was mesmerized by it.

Seeing his eager look, I gritted my teeth and bought him one.

After that, he wore it almost every day.

After five years of wearing, it not only faded severely but also came apart at the seams.

Underneath, it was another layer of thick grass.

There was nothing else in the Valentine's Day gift box from him, and it was delivered by cash on delivery!

I was so disappointed at that time.

But Spencer asked me excitedly in a video call, "Baby, have you received the gift I sent?"

"You should try it on quickly. With it, you will feel warm just like being with me."

I looked at the man in the camera wearing a new Adidas outfit. Then I asked him angrily for the first time, "Spencer, do you care about me?"

Spencer frowned and asked me back, "Siena, why have you become so materialistic?"

"I prepared the gift for you with good intentions. You don't appreciate it, and you even blame me. Why are you so cruel?"

After that, we stopped talking and communicating.

It was not until we had to pay the rent that Spencer lowered himself to coax me. We then went back to normal.

But this incident had been haunting me.

I wiped away the tears on my face and sent him all the bills and receipts.

I had so many receipts. It was thanks to my habit of collecting receipts.

I couldn't explain why.

Every time I went through the receipts at the end of the year, I felt a sense of accomplishment at the sight of how hard-working I had been and how many things I bought.

"Spencer, you are the one who plotted against me first."

"Since that's the case, let's settle everything at once!"

"I hope you won't be too miserable when that time comes."