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

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

her grandmother. had left her a

mind, but no one could

an answer.

Then, she left the old house. Pretending that she had just come back from outside,

heart skipped a beat when she saw

the old house next

she heard Joseph's 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 with

amorous eyes.

pondered for a

two walked side by side, stepping out of

was indeed bright that night. The full moon

stars in the sky

wharfully

village was quiet, and even the

the path, there was an

on the branches, a symbol that people used to make wishes. The red cloth was fluttering in the wind. Some were bright, and some had long

interest was piqued. He side-eyed her and

Specially Placed

an eyebrow. "Do you still believe in

hurt to try," Joseph said as a piece of red cloth suddenly appeared in his hand. He handed it to Lucille

only a pen 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. Lucille

interested in this."

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

so many times?

pen and started writing slowly on

a little curious and couldn't help but

covered it

"So petty."

around. She walked to a nearby branch and looked up at

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

can gw old together, get

handwriting: "I hope this year's

are safe and sound."

all

raised her head, lost in

moment, a pair of slender and clean hands passed over her head and tied the red cloth

anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately tied the side of

to be curious. The more

more she wanted