This book tells the story of Yang Zhao's past. That night, that phone call, and Chen Mingsheng, a passerby from the foot of the snow-capped mountains, entered her barren and desolate world, weathered by life's storms. Her wandering soul found a beacon, her broken body was gently mended, and amidst worldly prejudices, a seed "in the name of love" was planted, blossoming into a flower in the corner of time. But this time was too short; the passion, at its peak, abruptly ended. Perhaps all emotions are like this: beginning with fervor, burgeoning with intensity, and ultimately settling into tranquility. But what she couldn't accept was the irreversible forgetting. If life could only be described as "many years have passed," she preferred to let the story have a complete ending. Let this untold tale bloom fully!
本书讲述：杨昭曾拥有过一段时光。那个夜晚，那通电话，那个雪山脚下叫作陈铭生的过客，裹挟着一身风雨，走进了她贫瘠荒芜的世界。于是漂泊的灵魂寻到了灯塔，残缺的躯体被温柔补全，在世俗与偏见之间，种下一颗“以爱为名”的种子，在岁月的角落里，开成了花。但这段时光太过短暂，情到浓时，戛然而止。或许所有的感情都是这样，起于兴起，发于浓烈，最终归于平淡，但她不能接受的，是不可逆的遗忘。如果生命变成只能用“很多年过去了”来形容，还不如成全这个故事的结局。让这个不为人知的故事，完整怒放！
本书讲述：杨昭曾拥有过一段时光。那个夜晚，那通电话，那个雪山脚下叫作陈铭生的过客，裹挟着一身风雨，走进了她贫瘠荒芜的世界。于是漂泊的灵魂寻到了灯塔，残缺的躯体被温柔补全，在世俗与偏见之间，种下一颗“以爱为名”的种子，在岁月的角落里，开成了花。但这段时光太过短暂，情到浓时，戛然而止。或许所有的感情都是这样，起于兴起，发于浓烈，最终归于平淡，但她不能接受的，是不可逆的遗忘。如果生命变成只能用“很多年过去了”来形容，还不如成全这个故事的结局。让这个不为人知的故事，完整怒放！
