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 her

be hidden in a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard

more was why her grandmother. had left her a

questions came to her mind, but no one

an answer.

put the doll back in 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. Nobody

beat when she saw the

the old house next door.

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

you want to

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

amorous eyes.

a moment

of the courtyard and walking

was indeed bright that night. The full

head, and the stars in the sky were

wharfully

quiet, and even the

the end of the path, there was an

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

of a sudden, Joseph's interest was piqued. He side-eyed her and asked, "Bobo, should

Specially Placed

raised an eyebrow. "Do you still

red cloth suddenly appeared in his hand. He handed it to

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

interested in this."

was it that no one had heard

so many times?

picked up his pen and started writing slowly on the

curious and couldn't help but

Joseph immediately covered it with his hands. "Don't

"So petty."

and looked up at the wish written by someone else on a

hope I don't get beaten up when I go home." There was also a couple who had written

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

see some feeble handwriting: "I hope this

are safe and sound."

all

her head, lost in

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

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

was inevitable for her to be curious. The more

she wanted to