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

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

questions came to her mind,

an answer.

Pretending that she had just come back

skipped a beat when she saw

subtle snooping around in the old house next door. Joseph hadn't

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

do you want to go?" she

Joseph's lips as

amorous eyes.

for a moment

by side, stepping out of the courtyard

moon was indeed bright that

head, and the stars in the

wharfully

was quiet, and even the wind felt

end of the path,

the branches, a symbol that people used to make wishes. The red

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

Specially Placed

eyebrow. "Do you still believe in

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

pen under the ancient tree but also a small square table. It must have been specially placed by the local villagers who regularly came

interested in this."

one had heard her even after

so many times?

up his pen and started writing slowly

a little curious and couldn't

Joseph immediately covered it with his

"So petty."

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

It read: "I didn't do well in my exam. I hope I don't get beaten up when I go home." There

we can gw old together, get married, have

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

are safe and sound."

all wonderful

raised her head, lost

passed over

her toes and tried to see, but she couldn't see anything. That was because Joseph had

for her to be curious. The

more she wanted