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 her

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

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

her mind, but no one could give

an answer.

the key and put the doll back 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 Madam Grant's

a beat when she saw the

the old house next door. Joseph hadn't

Bobo, the moon is quite bright tonight. Do you have time to go out with me

want to

corner of Joseph's lips as he stared

amorous eyes.

pondered for a moment

by side, stepping out of the

bright that night. The full moon

head, and the stars in the sky were

wharfully

quiet, and even the

the end of the path, there was an ancient

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

side-eyed her and asked, "Bobo,

Specially Placed

you still believe in

to try," Joseph said as a piece of red cloth suddenly appeared

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.

interested in this."

worked, then why was it that no one had heard her even after she had bowed

so many times?

up his pen and started writing slowly on

was a little curious and couldn't help but

it with his

"So petty."

up at the wish written by

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

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

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

are safe and sound."

were all

head, lost in

a pair of slender and clean hands passed over her head

because Joseph had deliberately tied the side of the cloth with

her to

the more she