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 her

a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard

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

her mind, but no one could give

an answer.

had just come back from outside, she stepped into

she saw the man's devilishly

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

Bobo, the moon is quite bright

want to go?" she

is fine." A smile tugged at the corner of Joseph's lips as

amorous eyes.

pondered for a

stepping out of the courtyard and walking on the

moon was indeed bright that night. The full

head, and the stars in the sky were vastly

wharfully

and

end 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, and some

He side-eyed her and asked,

Specially Placed

"Do you still

of red cloth suddenly appeared in his hand. He handed it to Lucille

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

interested in this."

making a wish actually worked, then why was it that no one had

so many times?

picked up his pen and started writing slowly on the red

curious and

covered it with his hands. "Don't

"So petty."

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

my exam. I hope I don't get beaten up when I go home." There was also a couple who had written a

"I hope that we can gw old together,

handwriting: "I hope this year's harvest is good, and I hope that my

are safe and sound."

were all wonderful

her head, lost

passed over her head and tied the red cloth

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

her to be curious.

more she wanted