It's not too late to meet in the book

Sunlight filtered through the half-open curtains, dappling the living room floor and adding a touch of warmth to this ordinary afternoon. Renault crouched in a corner, next to several open boxes filled with belongings he had brought back from Su Xiaoxiao's house. Each item carried memories of the past, joys and sorrows interwoven into the canvas of life.

He carefully picked up an old wooden box, its surface slightly mottled, the marks of time clearly visible. He gently opened it, a gentle smile spreading across his face. Inside the box lay a small footprint mold, a small souvenir given by the hospital when Lei Xiaoyue was born, a record of the first mark of a new life.

"Jingjing, look at this." Renault looked up at Wang Jing, who was tidying the bookshelf, his voice filled with tenderness and joy. He held up the small footprint mold, as if holding up the happiness of the entire world.

Wang Jing turned at the sound, the afternoon sun catching the side of her face, casting a gentle glow on it. She set down her book, slowly walked over to Reno, and crouched down. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the tiny mold. "Oh, it's Xiaoyue's little footprint! I thought I'd lost it," she said with surprise. She reached out and gently stroked the delicate outline, as if she could travel through time and space to touch that beautiful memory.

Renault smiled, his eyes sparkling with memories. "I remember the day Xiaoyue was born, the doctor handed me this and said it was her first 'footprint.' I thought at the time, this little one is so powerful right after being born. She will definitely be an amazing child in the future."

Hearing this, Wang Jing's lips curled up gently, her eyes gleaming with maternal love. "Yes, at that time, when you were holding her, your hands were shaking. I even laughed at you, saying how could a grown man like you be so uncalm. But in fact, I was also very excited. I felt that the whole world had become different because of her arrival."

Renault chuckled, recalling that tense and exciting moment. "Yes, yes, yes. I still remember that even though you were extremely tired, your eyes never left her. I will never forget that look in my life. At that moment, I knew that we had a little angel in our lives who we need to protect with our whole lives."

Wang Jing nodded gently, her eyes slightly red with tears of happiness. "Xiaoyue's first cry still often echoes in my ears. At that time, I felt that all the hard work was worth it. You see, time flies. Now Xiaoyue can run and jump, and sometimes even talks back to us. What a naughty little kid."

Renault smiled and shook his head, his eyes full of longing for the future. "Whether she's naughty or well-behaved, she's still our baby. As long as she's healthy and happy, I'm satisfied. By the way, Jingjing, do you remember the expression on Xiaoyue's face when she first stepped on the sand when we took her to the beach? Her feet were so small, but it felt like she could step onto the whole world."

Wang Jing smiled and nodded, as if she was back at that sunny beach. "I remember, I remember. Xiaoyue was so excited that she kept yelling, saying the sand was soft, like her mother's arms. At that moment, I really wished time could stay there forever, so that our family could be together happily like this."

Renault gently held Wang Jing's hand, their eyes meeting at that moment. Without further ado, they understood each other's feelings. "Yes, no matter what the future holds, as long as we're together as a family, nothing is impossible. These memories are our most precious treasures."

As he spoke, Renault carefully placed the small footprint mold back into the wooden box and gently closed the lid, as if he were preserving a priceless treasure. Then, he stood up and reached out to pull Wang Jing up. The two stood side by side beside the box, looking at the items on the ground, their hearts filled with gratitude.

"Let's start organizing, put all these memories in place, and make this home more warm." Renault suggested, his tone full of love for life.

Wang Jing smiled and nodded, and the two began to work together, one sorting the clothes, the other putting the books and small items away. From time to time, their soft whispers could be heard in the living room, occasionally mixed with a few laughs, and the air was filled with a happy atmosphere.

"This dress was worn by Xiaoyue when she was one year old. She was chubby at that time and looked like a little ball when she wore it." Wang Jing picked up a small dress and said to Renault with a smile.

Renault took over the conversation, "And this is the brush she used when she first painted. At that time, she painted all over the wall, and we were reluctant to wipe it off."

As they put their belongings back in place, their memories seemed to be rearranged, becoming clearer and more precious. Time passed quietly amid their busyness and laughter, until the sun set and the entire living room was dyed with a layer of golden color.

"Finally finished cleaning, and the home feels a little warmer." Wang Jing wiped the sweat from her forehead and looked at the brand new living room with satisfaction.

Renault walked over to her and hugged her gently. "Yes, with you here, anywhere is home. In the future, we must continue to create more beautiful memories and let Xiaoyue grow up happily surrounded by love."

Wang Jing snuggled in Renault's arms, a happy smile on her face. "Of course, our family will be happy forever."