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!

held the key tightly in

be hidden in a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard had

her grandmother. had left her

her mind, but no one could

an answer.

its original place. Then, she left the old house. Pretending that she had just come back from outside, she stepped into the door of Madam Grant's house.

a beat when she saw

been subtle snooping around in the old house next

as she was deep in thought, she heard Joseph's voice." Bobo, the moon is quite bright tonight. Do you have time to go out

you want

Joseph's lips as

amorous eyes.

pondered for a

walked side by side, stepping out of the courtyard and walking

that night. The full

the stars

wharfully

village was quiet, and even the wind

of the path, there

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

piqued. He side-eyed her and asked, "Bobo,

Specially Placed

raised an eyebrow. "Do you still believe in things like.

to try," Joseph said as a piece of red cloth suddenly appeared in his hand. He handed it to Lucille and murmured,

of 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 villagers who regularly came to

interested in this."

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

so many times?

pen and started writing slowly on

and couldn't help but

it with his hands.

"So petty."

turned around. She walked to a nearby branch and looked up at

I hope I

that we can gw old together, get married, have children,

feeble handwriting: "I hope this year's harvest is good, and I hope that

are safe and sound."

all

raised her head, lost in

over her head and tied the red cloth to the

toes and tried to see, but she couldn't see anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately tied the side of the cloth with words on it to

to be curious.

she