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

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

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

her mind, but no one could give

an answer.

put 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

skipped a beat when she

exactly been subtle snooping around in the old house next door.

she heard Joseph's voice." Bobo, the moon is

want

tugged at the corner of Joseph's lips as

amorous eyes.

for a moment and replied,

walked side by side, stepping out of the courtyard and

was indeed bright that

and the stars in the sky

wharfully

was quiet, and

of the path, there was an ancient

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

Joseph's interest was piqued. He side-eyed her and asked, "Bobo, should we make a

Specially Placed

an eyebrow. "Do you

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

was not only 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 shook her head

interested in this."

worked, then why was it that no one had heard her even after

so many times?

he picked up his pen and started writing slowly on

a little curious and couldn't

it with his hands. "Don't

"So petty."

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

hope I don't get

that we can gw old together,

handwriting: "I hope

are safe and sound."

all

her head, lost

pair of slender and clean hands passed over her head and tied

see anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately tied the side of the cloth

her to be curious. The

it, the more she wanted to