On a heavy rain day last year, I found a little Corgi with a lame leg at the alley entrance and named it "Yuanxiao" (Lantern Festival). It was huddled beside the trash can, trembling, but when I offered it a ham sausage, it first gently licked my fingertips. Now its leg has recovered. Every morning, it brings my slippers to the bedside in its mouth, and in the evening, it squats at the community gate waiting for me to get off work. Once I went on a business trip for three days. When I came back, I found that it had dragged my frequently worn coat to the side of its dog bed, and its favorite toy ball was hidden in the bed. Later, I learned that it barely ate anything those three days and just guarded the coat waiting for me. It turns out that having been abandoned, it understands better than anyone that "companionship" means leaving all the most precious things for you.