I met you in heaven

Author: Baby Don't Cry
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Publish Date: 2006-01-01
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Highly anticipated "Angel-style romance novel," endorsed by popular novelist Li Haiyang.
Highly anticipated "Angel-style romance novel," endorsed by popular novelist Li Haiyang. Although you can no longer hear my heartbeat; although you can no longer kiss my cheek; although my world has lost its color without you, I will keep striving to fly to heaven, becoming an angel to love you properly. Life may be a combination of various coincidences. Little Xi, who grew up in heaven, accidentally met the silent, 19-year-old girl Jiang Yirou. Her haggard appearance made Little Xi feel heartbroken. Little Xi heard a heart-wrenching story from Yirou; a story about a 19-year-old girl and a 28-year-old man; a story about hurt and devotion; a story about love, hatred, and life. A conflicted heart became stronger through hurt, and a steadfast love deepened through trials.
Baby Don't Cry was born in July 1987 and belongs to the ever-changing personality of the Cancer zodiac. She loves all romance novels filled with an "angelic aura" and adores beautiful, romantic things, so her writing makes readers feel as if they are immersed in a misty "angel-style romance novel." She has the habit of writing while eating chocolate, being a typical outwardly calm yet "badly charming and captivating" adorable angel.
Chapter N City
Chapter N City
Have I ever told you that the four seasons in heaven are filled with crimson roses? From a glance, it’s an endless sea of white mist. If it’s sunny in the mortal world on this day, the crystal-clear lake in heaven will appear; if it’s overcast and rainy, the plants in heaven will retract their branches and blossoms; if it snows in the mortal world, a thick fog will fill heaven. Heaven loves the blooming roses, ever-renewing, like fire and flames. It’s a symbol of life, and death is just another cycle.
I was born during a difficult delivery and got stuck in the birth canal. I didn’t survive past three hours. So in heaven, I’m one with weak mortal aura, naturally also with strong immortal aura. I’ve met many people with heavy mortal aura in heaven. Some hadn’t fulfilled their earthly lifespan and were torn apart from the people they loved before dying, filled with immense pain; others had intense anger, having died due to betrayal, misunderstanding, or accidents. They always harbored hostility toward the world. Those who died of old age or illness were peaceful, their hearts naturally bringing happiness.
In heaven, people still cling to their past memories. I’ve heard many stories. A man told me sorrowfully, "When I was climbing a mountain with my girlfriend, she got stuck on a rock. To save her, I fell halfway down, but she never had the courage to reach out. When I fell, my body hurt, but my heart hurt more. She didn’t dare to hold my hand."
After death, one suddenly sees the true faces of things they were once deceived by in life. Among these people, one girl left a deep impression on me. Because of her story, the story she told about her life in the mortal world. I saw the heavy mortal aura on her, and I thought these memories must have been etched deeply.
The Second Time I Met Her
The Second Time I Met Her
The second time I saw her, she was watching the sunset over the crystal-clear lake in heaven. But heaven never has darkness; the nightingales would light up a star at the right time. What’s your name? I asked as I walked over.
Yirou. She looked down and cried as she spoke.
Once a person is dead, they can never return to the past. I understood why she stayed by the crystal-clear lake day and night, because it’s the window through which heaven gazes upon the mortal world. She must have wanted to see the person she longed for.
Hearing my words, she lifted her eyes dazedly. She said, "I don’t want to return to the past. I just want to see him." This girl, Yirou, was still young, I guessed, no older than 23.
Your necklace is beautiful. I found a topic to talk to her and reached out to hold it in my hands, admiring it closely.
It was given to me by a boy. Is it from your boyfriend?
No, not from him. Just a very good friend.
Then, she took a step back slightly, and the necklace fell from my hands.
If you’re willing, you can tell me about your life in the mortal world.
Finally, she smiled faintly.