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

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

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

to her mind, but no

an answer.

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.

she saw the man's devilishly

around in the old

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

want to

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

amorous eyes.

a

side, stepping out of the courtyard and walking on

bright that night.

above her head, and the stars in

wharfully

village was quiet, and even the wind

the path, there was an

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

He side-eyed her

Specially Placed

an eyebrow. "Do you still believe in things

cloth suddenly appeared in his hand. He handed it to Lucille and murmured,

must have been specially placed by

interested in this."

a wish actually worked, then why was it that no one had heard

so many times?

his pen and started

was a little curious and

it with

"So petty."

looked up at the

do well in my exam. I hope I don't get beaten up when I go home." There was also a couple who

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

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

are safe and sound."

were all

her head, lost

and clean hands passed over her head and tied the red

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

was inevitable for her to

the more she wanted