The light and shadow of those years were blurred and mottled. In the narrow and simple group house in the slum, the 16-year-old she smiled lightly at the then 7-year-old him: "Aaron is my treasure, priceless and unique." Her expression was gentle and focused, so he believed it true and allowed the sunshine of the world to annihilate him. Until many years later when he was old and she had left long ago, he still stubbornly believed that it was the most proud thing in his life when he was dying. This is the story of a brothel woman's rebirth.