I had a dream.

In my dream, I returned to that black, white and gray apartment. Here was Zhou Hanzhi, the man I once held in my heart.

It was my birthday. Zhou Hanzhi, who had just finished a competition, came back with a bouquet of flowers and a black swan cake that his classmates said was very expensive.

He was wearing my favorite white shirt, and his voice was unusually gentle and soft , " Xuxu, happy birthday."

This was the first birthday Zhou Hanzhi ...