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

doll. No wonder Bernard had failed to find it even after coming in and searching so

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

came to her mind, but no one

an answer.

back from outside, she stepped into the door of Madam Grant's house. Nobody

skipped a beat when she saw the man's devilishly

exactly been subtle snooping around in the old

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

you want to go?" she

Joseph's lips as he

amorous eyes.

a moment and replied,

side, stepping out of the courtyard and

indeed bright that

stars

wharfully

quiet, and

path,

to make wishes. The red cloth was fluttering in the

piqued. He side-eyed

Specially Placed

eyebrow. "Do you still

appeared in his hand. He

under the ancient tree but also a small square table. It must have

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

curious and couldn't help but sneak

immediately covered it

"So petty."

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

handwriting was crooked and 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

can gw old together, get married, have children,

hope this year's harvest is

are safe and sound."

all

head, lost in

over her head and tied the red cloth to the high

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

her to be curious.

the more she wanted to