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!

held the key tightly in

a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard had

puzzled her more was why her grandmother. had left her a key, and why the

questions came to her mind,

an answer.

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 house. Nobody would have

beat when she saw

hadn't exactly been subtle snooping around in the old house next door. Joseph hadn't noticed, had

moon is quite bright tonight. Do you have time to go out with

you want to go?" she

tugged at the corner of Joseph's

amorous eyes.

a

side, stepping out of the courtyard and walking on the

indeed bright that night.

stars in the sky

wharfully

was quiet, and

the path, there was an ancient

a symbol that people used to make wishes.

interest was piqued. He side-eyed her and asked,

Specially Placed

raised an eyebrow. "Do you still believe in things

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

also a small square table. It must have been specially placed

interested in this."

was it that no one had

so many times?

chuckled. Then, he picked up his pen and started writing slowly on the

and

it with

"So petty."

to a nearby branch and looked up at the wish written by

well in my exam. I hope I don't get beaten up when I go home." There was also a

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

hope this year's harvest is good, and I

are safe and sound."

all

head,

clean hands passed over her head and tied

because Joseph had deliberately tied the side of the cloth with words on it to be facing away

was inevitable for her to be curious. The more

it, the more she wanted to find