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 in her

didn't expect that it would be hidden in a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard had failed to find it even after coming in and

that, what puzzled her more was why her grandmother. had left her a

mind,

an answer.

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

beat when she saw the man's

in the old house next door. Joseph hadn't noticed,

is quite bright tonight. Do you have time

do you want to go?"

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

amorous eyes.

a moment and replied,

out of the courtyard

was indeed bright that night. The full moon

head, and the stars in the sky were vastly

wharfully

quiet, and even the wind

of the path, there was an

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

piqued. He side-eyed her and asked,

Specially Placed

you

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

square table. It must have been specially placed by the local villagers who regularly came to pray and make wishes.

interested in this."

worked, then why was it that no one had heard her

so many times?

chuckled. Then, he picked up his pen and started writing slowly

and couldn't help but sneak

it

"So petty."

and looked up at the

exam. I hope I don't get

"I hope that we can gw old together, get married, have children, and live a

"I hope this year's harvest is good, and I hope that

are safe and sound."

all

raised her head, lost

slender and clean hands passed over her head

see anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately tied the

for her to be

it, the more she wanted