Have you ever had a dream when you were young? The sweet, real, palpable kind?
The face of the person in the dream was blurry, but when he woke up, a clear name kept shouting in his head.
When he was fourteen years old, Lin Xing had a dream. The boy in the dream, riding a bicycle, came towards her alone under the orange street lights amid heavy traffic.
Just sink. When I woke up, Zhou Zhou's name kept lingering in my mind.
Many years later, Lin Xing learned that before her, Zhou Zhou also had a dream. The girl in the dream was in a white dress with long hair, but she was not her.
Lin Xing has often asked himself the same question over the years, why him? But many things begin without asking why, and maybe the ending doesn't need to be so happy.