During college, I studied folk traditional culture. After graduation, I returned to my hometown and became a genuine folk expert in a museum.

For some reason, this memory has gradually become blurry.

Several years later, during Qingming, I stood in front of my grandmother's grave.

After paying my respects, a furry head suddenly poked out from my grandmother's grave.

When I looked closely, it was actually a fox with a mix of gray and yellow fur.

The fox blinked its green eyes, stood up straight and said with a smile, "Young friend, do I look like a human or a god?"

For some reason, tears fell from the corners of my eyes.

I wiped away my tears and looked at it with a faint smile: "Evil deeds disperse merits, while doing good deeds can make one a god."

Fate is a circle.