The other side, the flower, the girl, in whose house, the moon presses the branches, and the wind blows elegantly.

Twilight, the leaves swaying and falling in the wind, the soft and faint lights, dragging her shadow long, she always likes to blow the wind and look at the stars on summer nights. When she was a child, she always liked to curl up in her grandmother's rattan chaise longue, covered with a huge fan, looking up at the vast night sky, listening to her grandmother pull those made-up stories to lull her to sleep: Yunyun knows? A long time ago, it was rumored that there were other people, called 'robbers', who had special abilities, going in and out of the world and reality, wearing rings on their fingers, and the color of the rings represented the difference in ability. In them, there are no rules and regulations, there is no royal power and feudalism, and the size of the ability determines the weight of the responsibility. And there are many, countless examples of a few month-old children's teeth causing a catastrophe because of their ability to lose control due to play. This is also a problem that the robbers have not solved. You see grandma has said so much, isn't it time for Yunyun to sleep?"

"Don't, don't, Yunyun still wants to listen to grandma, grandma continues", Yunyun stared at grandma with delicate eyes and said, grandma squinted her eyes, as if looking far away, and slowly added, although the robber has great abilities and extraordinary skills. However, the robbers also have their own difficulties, that is, they cannot have the emotions of ordinary people, and the addition of emotions will limit the abilities of the robbers, and they will be lost little by little, making them mortals.

"What about the restricted abilities, did they disappear and fly away?" asked Yunyun with a big yawn

"The ability will almost disappear, but there will be a very small number of remained, and the robbers are quietly hiding" The moonlight fell on the old man's face, and he vaguely saw that the corners of the old man's wrinkled mouth seemed to rise slightly.

"What kind of people are very few," Yun Yun asked dreamily.

"Special, very powerful people," Grandma replied softly.

Another round of moonlight-like powder hit the old man's forehead, and the eyes under the silver eyebrows looked particularly dark and deep, and the pattern of the red crescent-like shape faintly emerged and gradually became clear.

The moon is bright, Yunyun sleeps so fragrantly, but the smile on the corner of grandma's mouth hides a trace of imperceptible desolation.