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!

the key tightly in her

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

left her a key,

her mind,

an answer.

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

skipped a beat when she saw the

snooping around in the old house next door. Joseph

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

want to go?"

of Joseph's lips as he stared fixedly at Lucille

amorous eyes.

a moment and replied,

side by side, stepping out of the courtyard and walking

moon was indeed bright that

above her head, and the stars in the sky were vastly

wharfully

was quiet, and even

of the path, there

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

was piqued. He side-eyed her and

Specially Placed

you

a piece of red cloth suddenly appeared in his

a pen under the ancient tree but also a small square table. It must have been specially placed by the local villagers who regularly came to pray and make wishes. Lucille

interested in this."

one had heard her even after she had bowed down to

so many times?

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

and couldn't help

Joseph immediately covered it with his

"So petty."

turned around. She walked to a nearby branch and looked up at the wish written by someone else

and twisted, but tender. It read: "I didn't do well in my exam. I hope I don't get beaten up when I go home."

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

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

are safe and sound."

were all

her head,

over her head and tied

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

was inevitable for her to be curious.

she wanted to find