An encounter beginning on a snowy day linked the good affinity between a divine beast and a mortal. There are no earth-shaking promises, only hands extended to support each other in desperate straits; the padded jacket taken off in the snowy stream, the figure running before the death row, the bloody paw print when blocking the sedan chair, are all the most rustic appearance of kind thoughts. Evildoers always think that power and money can cover the sky and block the sun, yet forget that good and evil always have ears. The evil you hide in the dark, someone can always hear; the good you do in the open, someone always keeps in heart. In the end, the divine beast returns to its position, the pharmacy fragrance drifts, children grow up reciting the word "kindness," and those who were once illuminated become the light that illuminates others.