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

would be hidden in a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard had failed to find it even after coming in and searching so many

more was why her grandmother. had left her a key, and why the address coincidentally led to

her mind, but no one could give

an answer.

and put the doll back in its original place. Then, she left the old house. Pretending that she had just come back

beat when she saw the

been subtle snooping around in the old house next door. Joseph

Joseph's voice." Bobo, the moon is quite bright tonight. Do you have time to go out with

you want to

at the corner of Joseph's lips

amorous eyes.

a moment

out of the courtyard and walking on the quiet

bright that night. The full moon

the stars in

wharfully

village was quiet, and even the wind

path,

people used to make wishes. The red cloth was fluttering in the wind. Some were

Joseph's interest was piqued. He side-eyed her and asked,

Specially Placed

raised an eyebrow. "Do you still believe in

a piece of red cloth suddenly appeared in his hand. He handed it to Lucille and murmured, "There's a

also a small square table. It must have been specially placed by the local villagers who regularly

interested in this."

no one had

so many times?

Then, he picked up his pen and started writing

was a little curious and couldn't

covered it with his hands.

"So petty."

simply turned around. She walked to a nearby branch and looked up at the wish written by someone else on a

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 a solemn

old together, get married, have children, and live a

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

are safe and sound."

all

raised her head, lost

passed over her head and tied

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 be facing

to be curious. The more she

more she wanted to find