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!

key tightly

would be hidden in a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard had failed to find it even after coming in and

puzzled her more was why her grandmother. had left

came to her mind, but no

an answer.

in its original place. Then, she left the old house. Pretending that she had just come back from

heart skipped a beat when she saw the man's devilishly

in the old house next

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

want to go?"

Joseph's lips as he stared fixedly at Lucille with

amorous eyes.

pondered for a moment

of the courtyard and walking on

indeed bright that night. The full

her head, and the stars in the sky were

wharfully

quiet, and even the

the end of the path, there was an

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

piqued. He side-eyed her and asked, "Bobo, should we make

Specially Placed

"Do you still believe in things

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

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

interested in this."

then why was it that no one had

so many times?

chuckled. Then, he picked up his pen and

little curious and couldn't help but sneak

covered it with his

"So petty."

branch and looked up at the

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

we can gw old together, get

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

are safe and sound."

were all wonderful

raised her head,

slender and clean hands passed over her

on her toes and tried to see, but she couldn't see anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately tied the side

was inevitable for her to be curious.

the more she wanted to