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!

key tightly in

a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard had failed to find it even after coming in

grandmother. had left her

mind, but no

an answer.

left the old house. Pretending that 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 the courtyard,

when she saw the

around in the old house

as she was deep in thought, she heard Joseph's voice." Bobo, the moon is quite

you want

fine." A smile tugged at the corner of Joseph's lips as he stared

amorous eyes.

pondered for a moment

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

moon was indeed bright that night. The full moon

the stars in the sky were vastly

wharfully

and even the wind felt

the end of the path, there was an ancient

wishes. The red cloth was fluttering in

He side-eyed her and asked, "Bobo, should we make a

Specially Placed

you still believe in things

appeared in his hand.

that there was not only a pen under the ancient tree but also a small square table. It must have been specially

interested in this."

a wish actually worked, then why was it that no one had heard her even after she had bowed

so many times?

chuckled. Then, he picked up his pen

and

it with his

"So petty."

looked up at the wish written by someone else

but tender. It read: "I didn't do well in my exam. I hope I don't get beaten up when I go home." There was also a couple who had written

gw old together,

see some feeble handwriting: "I hope this year's harvest

are safe and sound."

all wonderful

raised her head, lost

that moment, a pair of slender and clean hands passed over her head and tied the red cloth

stood on her toes and tried to see, but she couldn't see anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately

for her to be curious.

it, the more she wanted to find