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

be hidden in a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard

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

mind, but no one could

an answer.

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

she

snooping around in the

Joseph's voice." Bobo, the moon is quite bright tonight. Do

you want

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

amorous eyes.

pondered for a moment and replied,

side, stepping out of the courtyard and

indeed bright that

above her head, and the stars

wharfully

and even the

path, there was

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

of a sudden, Joseph's interest was piqued. He side-eyed her

Specially Placed

raised an eyebrow. "Do you still believe in things

doesn't hurt to try," Joseph said as a piece of red cloth suddenly appeared in his hand. He handed it to Lucille and murmured, "There's a pen

also a small square table. It must have been specially placed by the local villagers who regularly came to pray and make wishes. Lucille shook her head and

interested in this."

no one

so many times?

his pen and started writing slowly on the red

and couldn't help but sneak a

it with

"So petty."

branch and looked up

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

can gw old together, get married, have children, and live

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

are safe and sound."

all wonderful

raised her head, lost in

a pair of slender and clean hands passed over her head and tied the red cloth to the

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

was inevitable for her to be curious. The more

the more she