In 1997, in a rental house in Linyang, Xia Hanxi listened to Wu Yanqing reading "Jane Eyre" for the first time. The sycamore leaves outside the window fell on the pages of the book. She thought that was the beginning of a lifetime of love.
She accompanied him on the bus, ate cheap lunches, and quietly stuffed her salary into his wallet. Even after he left without saying goodbye and went south to Zhuzhou, she still held on to the expectation that "he would come back" and waited for many years. Later, he called occasionally and said that the city he passed through would be sad and that he was helpless when his sister passed away. She then regarded those "avoidances" as "unable to help herself" and wrote down her obsessions for more than 20 years in poetry.
It wasn't until the spring of 2025 that she finally received the red "Message has been sent but rejected by the other party" prompt, which opened the dusty truth like a key - it turned out that his "sadness" was a courtesy of youth regret, his "helplessness" was a temporary stop that needed an emotional outlet, and those "affectionate fragments" she was holding on to were just filters she added to her memories.
When the handwriting on the title page of "Jane Eyre" became unfamiliar, and when the stitches of the old sweater were no longer warm, Xia Hanxi finally understood: some fallen flowers do not have to wait for their return date, and some people do not have to be trapped in memories. What she let go of was not the obsession of more than 20 years, but the time when she was moved by herself and forgot to love herself.
Intention: In the "dissolution of obsessions", complete "self-awakening"