Squeak—
The door was opened gently, and Vivian looked extremely haggard.
She rushed into her mother's arms and continued to cry uncontrollably.
"My child, your mother will help you!"
Vivian's mother patted her back gently, trying to make her feel better, while whispering in her ear.
"You must never have to suffer the same fate as your mother. I won't allow it..."
It turns out that Vivian's mother was actually a witch, and her red hair was the symbol of her family. However, the women in her family were cursed from birth, and if they could not meet a man who truly loved them in their lifetime, they would die at the age of forty.
To break the curse, she embarked on a journey to find true love on her own when she was ten years old.
She concealed her identity, stopped using witchcraft, and settled down in the village.
The first decade passed, and she had not met the love of her life. She wanted to leave the village and try her luck elsewhere, but just a few days before she was about to leave, a wandering poet came to the village.
He is very handsome and can play beautiful string instruments.
He is very knowledgeable and can talk about history and humanities in a captivating way.
His expressive eyes captivated Vivian's mother.
They fell in love, and Vivian's mother believed that the bard was the love of her life.
Soon, she became pregnant, and Vivian was already inside her.
"Darling, I need to go on a long journey!"
One day, as Vivian's mother, heavily pregnant, was preparing breakfast, the bard suddenly spoke to her.
"Can you stay? My child and I need you!"
Vivian's mother didn't turn around; she continued preparing breakfast.
"I am a bard, destined to wander for life; I cannot stay in one place for too long!"
The bard plucked a string from his instrument; the sound was dry and unpleasant.
"Could we wait until our child is born, and then leave together?"
Vivian's mother had already begun to shed tears, but she still did not turn around.
"My brain is about to dry up, I feel like I'm about to die, I have to leave immediately to find inspiration, to find something that can keep my brain alive!"
The bard slammed the instrument on his head, and a cacophony of noise followed.
"Okay, you can leave now, but when will you be able to come back?"
This was Vivian's mother's last question.
"I will definitely come back before our children grow up!"
This was also the last thing the bard left for Vivian's mother.
...
"Goodman, how long will it take you to be back?"
Vivian and her mother returned to Goodman, but Vivian was still holding a glass of freshly made juice.
"Go to Gold Rush Town, talk to my father, and then return here. It shouldn't take more than twenty days!"
Goodman was relieved to see that Vivian's mother had relented.
He looked at Vivian's still somewhat swollen eyes and couldn't help but feel a pang of heartache.
"Okay, we'll wait for you for thirty days!"
Vivian remained silent, simply holding the glass of juice tightly, but her hands trembled slightly.
"Drink this juice, Vivian just prepared it for you!"
Vivian's mother gestured for Vivian to hand the juice to Goodman.
Vivian hesitated for a moment, but her hands trembled even more violently.
Seeing this, her mother no longer hesitated, took the juice from her hand, and handed it to Goodman.
"Thanks!"
Without thinking twice, Goodman took the juice and drank it all in one gulp!
Vivian's mother was very pleased to see Goodman drink all the juice.
She took the empty glass and headed to the kitchen, not wanting to disturb her daughter for the rest of the time.
Goodman!
Vivian could no longer control herself and threw herself into Goodman's arms, tears streaming down her face again.
"I'm sorry, Vivian, I'm so sorry! I didn't expect this decision to hurt you so much!"
Goodman kept apologizing, pressing his head against Vivian's red hair, trying to soothe her from her sadness.
"You must remember this: you must come back to see me in thirty days!"
Vivian seemed to have thought of something, and suddenly pushed Goodman away, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and urged again, "You leave tonight, yes, right away, so you can come back sooner!"
Goodman didn't understand why Vivian had become so agitated again, but in order not to upset her any further, he kept agreeing with her and slowly left the house until his figure disappeared into the dark night.
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