This five-dollar bill printed with the image of a large steel mill was hers. She kept it specifically in a box, separate from the scattered few cents and dimes she usually carried around on her person.,Tang Zhenzhen's tears came down instantly, and she choked up with grievance: "Li Yan... Li Fushuji... I understand. Perhaps I got it wrong. My five dollars is in Tan Xiaoxia's study book.",She forced a smile onto her face that was worse than crying, and said to Ning Yuan: "Ning Yuan, I'm so sorry... Can you forgive me"。