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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! 

Lucille held the key tightly in her hand. 

She didn’t expect that it would be hidden in a tattered doll. No wonder Bernard had failed to find it even after coming in and 

searching so many times. 

Despite that, what puzzled her more was why her grandmother. had left her a key, and why the address coincidentally led to Shein City. 

Many questions came to her mind, but no one could give her 

an answer. 

Lucille kept the key and 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 house. 

Nobody would have thought that Joseph was in the courtyard, staring at the moon. 

Lucille’s heart skipped a beat when she saw the man’s devilishly handsome face. 

She hadn’t exactly been subtle snooping around in the old house next door. Joseph hadn’t noticed, had he? 

Just as she was deep in thought, she heard Joseph’s voice.” Bobo, the moon is quite bright tonight. Do you have time to go out with me for a walk?” 

“Where do you want to go?” she asked. 

“Anywhere is fine.” A smile tugged at the corner of Joseph’s lips as he stared fixedly at Lucille with his mesmerizing, 

amorous eyes. 

Lucille pondered for a moment and replied, “Okay.” 

The two walked side by side, stepping out of the courtyard and walking on the quiet path. 

The moon was indeed bright that night. The full moon was 

shining above her head, and the stars in the sky were vastly spread. 

wharfully 

The village was quiet, and even the wind felt gentle. 

At the end of the path, there was an ancient tree. 

Red strips of cloth were hung 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 faded. 

All of a sudden, Joseph’s interest was piqued. He side–eyed her and asked, “Bobo, should we make a wish?” 

Specially Placed 

Lucille raised an eyebrow. “Do you still believe in things like. that?” 

“It doesn’t hurt to try,” Joseph said as a piece of red cloth suddenly appeared in his hand. He handed it to Lucille and murmured, “There’s a pen over there.” 

Following his line of sight, she saw that there was not 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 shook her head and indifferently replied, “I’m not 

interested in this.” 

If making a wish actually worked, then why was it that no one had heard her even after she had bowed down to the heavens 

so many times? 

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

Lucille was a little curious and couldn’t help but sneak a peek. 

However, Joseph immediately covered it with his hands. “Don’t 

look.” 

“So petty.” 

Lucille simply turned around. She walked to a nearby branch and looked up at the wish written by someone else on a red piece of cloth. 

The handwriting was crooked and twisted, but tender. It read: ” 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 vow, 

together: “I hope that we can gw old together, get married, have children, and live a happy life!” 

Looking down, she could also see some feeble handwriting: “I hope this year’s harvest is good, and I hope that my children. 

are safe and sound.” 

Those were all wonderful wishes. 

Lucille raised her head, lost in thought. 

At that moment, a pair of slender and clean hands passed over her head and tied the red cloth to the high branch. 

Lucille 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 it to be facing away from her. 

It was inevitable for her to be curious. The more she couldn’t 

see it, the more she wanted to find out. 

What’s more, Lucille was really curious about what Joseph would write on the red cloth. 

She stood on tiptoe and tried to tear it off. 

Joseph’s hands were in his pockets, his entire body exuding an air of elegance and laziness. He didn’t stop her and allowed. Lucille to stretch out her hands to catch him. However, her height was nothing compared to his. Even when she struggled 

so hard, she couldn’t even touch the edge of the red cloth. 

Joseph couldn’t bear it any longer. He chuckled and asked, “Do. you need any help, Bobo?” 

“No need!” 

Lucille stared angrily at the tall branch. She made up her mind. and jumped into the air. 

There was nothing she couldn’t get! 

This time, she successfully got her hands on the red cloth. 

The corner of Lucille’s mouth curved into a faint smile. 

However, she did not notice that there was moss under her 

feet. 

At that moment, her feet slipped. Lucille was caught off guard 

and leaned back. 

“Be careful!” 

Joseph was quick–witted and quickly pulled her back. 

Due to the inertia, Lucille was pulled into his embrace. 

There was a faint scent of medicine on the man’s body, which 

was circling the tip of her nose. Because she was pressed tightly against the man’s body, she could even feel his strong 

heartbeat. 

At this time, two children trotted past and accidentally saw them. The two kids were stunned, and then shouted while running, “Oh my god! They’re doing something naughty! Shame 

on them. Don’t look at them! Run!” 

Lucille was at a loss for words. 

So was Joseph. 

What was wrong with those kids? They were just talking 

nonsense. 

Lucille immediately pulled herself out of Joseph’s embrace 

The red cloth in Lucille’s hand dropped to the ground. She bent down and picked it up. Just as she was about to look at it, she heard Joseph’s mischievous voice ringing in her ears. “You can look if you want, Bobo, but you have to be responsible.” 

Did that mean he had written something that she needed to take responsibility for?