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!

key tightly

a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard had failed to find it even

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

came to her mind, but no one could give

an answer.

put the doll back in 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

beat when she saw the man's devilishly handsome

hadn't exactly been subtle snooping around in the old house next

she was deep in thought, she heard Joseph's voice." Bobo, the moon is quite bright tonight. Do you have time to go

do you want to go?"

the corner of Joseph's

amorous eyes.

for a

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

that night. The full moon

head, and the stars

wharfully

quiet, and even the wind

path, there

cloth were hung on the branches, a symbol that people used to make wishes. The red cloth was fluttering in the wind. Some were

of a sudden, Joseph's interest was piqued. He side-eyed her and

Specially Placed

an eyebrow. "Do you still believe in things like.

as a piece of red cloth suddenly appeared in his hand. He handed it

she saw that there was not only a pen under the ancient tree but also a small square table. It must have been specially

interested in this."

a wish actually worked, then why was it that no one had heard

so many times?

picked up his pen and started writing slowly on the red

was a little curious and couldn't

immediately covered it with

"So petty."

She walked to a nearby branch and looked up at the wish written by someone else on a red

I hope I don't get beaten up when I go home." There was also a couple who had written a

gw old together, get married, have children, and live a happy

handwriting: "I hope this year's harvest is good, and I hope

are safe and sound."

all wonderful

raised her head,

pair of slender and clean hands passed over her head and tied

she couldn't see anything. That was because Joseph had deliberately tied the side of the cloth with words on it

her to be curious. The

more she