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

hidden in a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard had

that, what puzzled her more was why her grandmother. had left her a key,

questions came to her mind, but no one could

an answer.

the old house. Pretending that she had just come back

heart skipped a beat when she saw

the old house next door.

she heard Joseph's voice." Bobo, the moon is quite

do you want to go?"

corner of Joseph's lips as he stared fixedly at

amorous eyes.

for a moment

two walked side by side, stepping out of the courtyard and walking on

bright that night.

and the stars in the

wharfully

quiet, and even the wind felt

of the path, there was

symbol that people used to make wishes. The red

side-eyed her and asked, "Bobo, should we

Specially Placed

eyebrow. "Do you still believe in

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

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

interested in this."

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

so many times?

he picked up his pen and

and couldn't help but sneak a

covered it with his hands. "Don't

"So petty."

a nearby branch and looked up at the wish written by

handwriting was crooked and twisted, but tender. It read: "I didn't do well in my exam. I hope I don't get

"I hope that we can gw old together, get married, have children, and live a

see some feeble handwriting: "I hope this

are safe and sound."

all wonderful

head,

slender and clean hands passed over her

stood on her toes and tried to see, but she couldn't see anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately tied the side of the cloth with words on

inevitable for her to be curious.

she wanted