My Weak Wife Is a Real Goddess

Look Around Carefully

Before she knew it, it was nighttime.

Since Bernard had left, there was no one to keep an eye on the

old house. Lucille did not hesitate. Under the cover of the

night, she snuck in.

She had come in a hurry last time, so she didn't look around carefully.

This time, Lucille went straight to the room on the second. floor, groping around.

After searching for a while, she still didn't find anything.

Lucille could not help heaving a long sigh.

The layout of the old house was almost the same as what she remembered, and all the decorations had not changed. It was just that her grandmother used to have some of her childhood photos on the table before, but the photos were missing right then. Someone must have put them away.

Taking a casual glance, Lucille was suddenly stunned.

That's right.

Where were her photos?

Lucille got up and rummaged through the photos. She found that all of her grandparents' photos were still there, except for her childhood pictures.

Who had taken them?

She frowned and sat on the small bed in frustration.

Next to the bed frame, there was smiling, dusty little doll. The color of its body had faded, and its furry cloth had already.

begun to rot, revealing the white cotton inside.

That was the doll she used to hug to sleep as a child.

Lucille casually picked it up and gently patted the dust off it.

Thud!

A key fell out of the cotton.

Lucille was stunned for a moment and immediately picked it up to have a look. There was an address pasted on the key, which led to the most prosperous street in Shein City! In addition to that, there was another sentence on the back of the key.

It read: "Go. This is the gift I've worked so hard to prepare for you, Bobo."

The handwriting was beautiful and elegant. Lucille recognized it at a glance. It was how her grandmother used to write!

the key tightly in her

Bernard had failed to find it even after

puzzled her more was why her grandmother. had left her a key, and why the

her mind,

an answer.

she had just come back from outside, she stepped into the door of Madam Grant's house. Nobody would have thought that Joseph was in

a beat when she saw the man's devilishly

the old house next door. Joseph hadn't noticed,

is

want to go?" she

tugged at the corner of Joseph's lips as he stared fixedly at

amorous eyes.

pondered for a moment and

side by side, stepping out of the courtyard and walking on the quiet

that

her head, and the stars in the sky were

wharfully

quiet, and even

end of the path, there

the branches, a symbol that people used to make wishes. The red cloth was fluttering in the wind. Some were

side-eyed her and

Specially Placed

eyebrow. "Do you still believe in things like.

try," Joseph said as a piece of red cloth suddenly appeared

sight, she saw that there was not only a pen under the ancient tree but also a small square table. It must have been specially placed by the local

interested in this."

was it that no one had heard her even after she had bowed down to the

so many times?

pen and started writing

and couldn't help but

immediately covered it

"So petty."

looked up at the wish written

read: "I didn't do well in my exam. I hope I don't get beaten up when I go home."

we can gw old together, get

she could also see some feeble handwriting: "I hope this year's harvest is good,

are safe and sound."

all wonderful

her head, lost

passed over her head and tied the red cloth to the high

was because Joseph had deliberately tied the side of the cloth with words

to be curious.

she