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!

the key tightly in

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

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

to her mind, but

an answer.

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

when she saw the man's

subtle snooping around in the

she was deep in thought, she heard Joseph's voice." Bobo, the moon is quite bright tonight.

do you want to go?"

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

amorous eyes.

a

side by side, stepping out of the courtyard

bright that night.

stars in the sky were

wharfully

quiet, and even the wind felt

end of the path, there was

strips of cloth were hung on the branches, a symbol that people used to make wishes.

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

Specially Placed

an eyebrow. "Do you still believe in

a piece of red cloth suddenly appeared in his hand.

table. It must have been specially placed by the local villagers

interested in this."

then why was it that no one had heard her

so many times?

picked up his pen and started writing slowly on the

little curious and couldn't help

it with his hands.

"So petty."

to a nearby branch and looked up at the wish written by someone else on

was crooked and twisted, but tender. It read: "I didn't do well in my exam. I hope I

hope that we can gw old together,

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

are safe and sound."

were all

raised her head, lost in

clean hands passed over her head and tied the

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

her to be curious. The more

more she