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

Bernard had

was why her grandmother. had left her a key, and why the address

questions came to her mind,

an answer.

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

a beat when she saw the man's devilishly handsome

in the old house next

Joseph's voice." Bobo, the moon is quite bright tonight. Do you

do you want to go?"

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

amorous eyes.

pondered for a moment and replied,

out of the courtyard and

moon was indeed bright that night. The

head, and the stars in the sky were vastly

wharfully

village was quiet, and even

path, there was

wishes. The red cloth was fluttering in the wind. Some were bright,

piqued. He side-eyed

Specially Placed

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

said as a piece of red cloth suddenly appeared in his hand.

must have been specially placed by the local villagers who regularly came to pray and

interested in this."

worked, then why was it that no one had

so many times?

he picked up his pen and started

little curious and couldn't help but sneak

Joseph immediately covered it

"So petty."

looked up at the wish written by someone else on

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

we can gw old together,

feeble handwriting: "I hope this

are safe and sound."

were all

head, lost in

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

anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately tied the side of the cloth with words on it to be facing

to

she wanted to