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 in her

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

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

to her mind,

an answer.

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 would have thought that Joseph was in the

a beat when she saw

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

voice." Bobo, the moon is quite bright tonight. Do you have

want

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

amorous eyes.

pondered for a

out of the courtyard

was indeed bright that night. The full

and the stars in the sky were

wharfully

was quiet, and even the

the end of the path, there was an ancient

symbol that people used to make wishes. The red cloth was fluttering in the wind.

side-eyed her and asked, "Bobo,

Specially Placed

an eyebrow. "Do you still believe in

of red cloth suddenly appeared in his hand. He handed it to Lucille and murmured, "There's a pen over

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

interested in this."

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

so many times?

pen and started writing slowly on the

and couldn't help but

covered it with his

"So petty."

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

twisted, but tender. It read: "I didn't do well in my exam. I hope I don't get beaten up when I go home." There was also a couple who had written

can gw old together, get married, have children, and live

"I hope this

are safe and sound."

all wonderful

her head,

slender and clean hands passed over her head and tied the red cloth

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

to be curious.

it, the more she wanted