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

tattered doll. No wonder Bernard

why her grandmother. had left her a key, and why the address coincidentally led to

mind,

an answer.

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 courtyard, staring

when she saw

hadn't exactly been subtle snooping around in the old house next door. Joseph hadn't noticed,

moon is quite bright tonight. Do you have time to go out with

want to go?"

corner of Joseph's lips as he stared fixedly at Lucille with

amorous eyes.

for a moment

by side, stepping out of the courtyard and walking on the quiet

indeed bright that night. The

and the stars in the sky

wharfully

was quiet, and even

the end of the path, there was an ancient

to make wishes. The red cloth was fluttering in the wind. Some were bright, and some

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

Specially Placed

"Do you

try," Joseph said as a piece of red cloth suddenly appeared in his hand.

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 and indifferently replied, "I'm

interested in this."

a wish actually worked, then why was it that no one had heard her even after she had bowed down to

so many times?

up his pen and started writing

was a little curious and couldn't

covered it with his

"So petty."

up at the wish written by someone else on a red piece of

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

we can gw old together, get

some feeble handwriting: "I hope this year's harvest is good, and

are safe and sound."

were all

raised her head, lost

hands passed over her head

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

was inevitable for her to be curious.

the more she wanted to find