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

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

puzzled her more was why her grandmother. had left her a key,

questions came to her mind,

an answer.

come back from outside, she stepped into the door of Madam Grant's house. Nobody would have thought that Joseph was in the courtyard,

a beat when she saw the man's devilishly

subtle snooping around in the old house next door. Joseph hadn't

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

do you want to

smile tugged at the corner of Joseph's lips as

amorous eyes.

a moment and replied,

of the courtyard and

moon was indeed bright that

and the stars in

wharfully

quiet, and even the wind

end of the path,

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

piqued. He side-eyed her and asked,

Specially Placed

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

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

It must have been specially placed by the local villagers who regularly came

interested in this."

no one had

so many times?

Then, he picked up his pen and started writing slowly

curious and couldn't help but sneak a

it with

"So petty."

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

It read: "I didn't do well in my exam. I hope I don't get beaten up

together, get married, have children,

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

are safe and sound."

all

head, lost in

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

she couldn't see anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately tied the

to be curious. The more she

more she wanted to find