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

would be hidden in a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard had failed to find it even after coming in and searching so many

what puzzled her more was why her grandmother. had left her a key, and why the address coincidentally led

her mind, but

an answer.

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

she saw

the old house next door. Joseph hadn't noticed, had

moon is quite bright tonight.

you want to

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

amorous eyes.

a moment and

side, stepping out of

bright that night. The full

the stars in the

wharfully

quiet, and even

end of the path, there was an ancient

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

of a sudden, Joseph's interest was piqued. He side-eyed her and asked, "Bobo, should we make a

Specially Placed

eyebrow. "Do you still believe in

appeared in his hand. He handed

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

interested in this."

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

so many times?

he picked up his pen and started writing

and couldn't help but

covered it

"So petty."

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

"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 a solemn

that we can gw old together, get married, have

also see some feeble handwriting: "I hope this

are safe and sound."

were all

her head, lost

hands passed over her head and tied the red cloth to the

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

her to be

it, the more she wanted to find