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 in

didn't expect that it would be hidden in a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard

puzzled her more was why her grandmother. had left her a

questions came to her mind, but no one

an answer.

the 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 of Madam Grant's house. Nobody would have thought that Joseph

a beat when she saw

subtle snooping around in the old house

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

want to go?" she

Joseph's lips as he stared fixedly at Lucille

amorous eyes.

pondered for a moment and

stepping out of the courtyard and walking on the

indeed bright that night. The

head, and the stars in the

wharfully

was quiet, and even the wind

of the path, there was

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

side-eyed her and

Specially Placed

an eyebrow. "Do you still believe in things

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

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 shook her head and

interested in this."

it that no one had heard her even

so many times?

picked up his pen and started writing slowly on the

was a little curious and couldn't help but sneak

immediately covered it with his hands.

"So petty."

a nearby branch and looked up

in my exam. I hope I don't get beaten up when I go

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

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

are safe and sound."

all

her head,

clean hands passed over her head

to see, but she couldn't see anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately

inevitable for her to be curious. The more she

more she wanted