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Aithas Year 504.

Today is a good day.

Mr. Cyclone, who is still in Plantain Village, woke up this morning and found himself alone at home.

His body had already recovered and was capable of fighting with his five wives at home.

However, when he woke up, there was no one in the house.

When he went to the kitchen, Mr. Cyclone discovered that everyone had gone out.

"Found out that we're running out of seasoning ingredients and need to go out to replenish them... "

The handwriting belonged to Little Dragon, and they had mentioned this matter last night.

Unexpectedly, everyone had gone out, leaving Mr. Cyclone alone at home, feeling bored.

Looking out of the window, he saw a green forest, and the gentle breeze became Mr. Cyclone's temporary companion.

After waiting for a while and finding nothing to do, Mr. Cyclone began to wander around the house.

Seeing some white radishes in the kitchen, Mr. Cyclone showed a cunning smile.

When it comes to white radishes, Mr. Cyclone likes to cut them into shreds because they taste great when cooked this way.

However, the kitchen now belongs to Little Dragon, and since Little Dragon has a multitude of culinary skills, he usually doesn't have much say in the matter.

Although if he wanted to eat shredded white radish, Little Dragon would still cut it for him, but such an order-like behavior is not fit for a husband.

Since he had nothing to do now and had something he wanted to eat, the course of action for Mr. Cyclone was evident.

"Sigh~"

After sighing, Mr. Cyclone approached the kitchen utensils.

The cutting board, kitchen knife, and white radish were three simple items with no difficulty at all.

He hummed a tune softly and began to peel the white radish after washing it clean.

After peeling, he cut the round white radish into several pieces and then cut each piece into shreds.

As he was cutting, Mr. Cyclone recalled an image.

The scene of himself performing a surgery on the operating table.

However, in this moment of distraction, the kitchen knife mercilessly cut down.

With a silent cut, Mr. Cyclone realized that he had cut himself.

His fingers were still there, but the kitchen knife had undoubtedly cut into his right middle finger.

The shock in that instant caused Mr. Cyclone to quickly put his right hand into a basin of water.

Putting down the knife with his left hand, his heartbeat inexplicably began to accelerate.

Calm down! There's no bleeding; it only cut the outer skin!

There was no magic, and only he was at home. Although Mr. Cyclone was a doctor, he was just an ordinary person.

He began to take deep breaths in an attempt to regulate his heartbeat.

His right hand began to tremble. Even though there was no bleeding, Mr. Cyclone saw his fingers disappear.

Shaking his head, he realized it was an illusion and wrapped his right finger with a wet cloth.

Walking to the living room and drinking water, Mr. Cyclone sat down to rest and calm himself.

Impossible, there was no bleeding, and his body wouldn't be like this...

Recalling the battle from yesterday, Mr. Cyclone had a general idea of his current condition.

It was probably due to low blood pressure; the tension caused his blood pressure to drop too low all of a sudden.

His brain couldn't keep up with his thoughts, so before he could think about it, Mr. Cyclone decided to go to the kitchen for sugar.

He could eat a spoonful of sugar right now and try...

In the blink of an eye, Mr. Cyclone found himself sitting on the kitchen floor.

Did I... pass out?

Blinking again, Mr. Cyclone found himself back in his bed.

Upon waking, he felt weak.

Glancing out the window, it was now night time, and he could see the stars in the sky.

Although his whole body felt weak, Mr. Cyclone could still lift his right hand.

Looking at it, his finger was bandaged, indicating that he hadn't been dreaming earlier.

"......"

Sitting up from the bed, Mr. Cyclone looked to his left and saw his mother.

His mother was sitting on a wooden chair by the bed, asleep.

This sleeping position was not good, so Mr. Cyclone whispered.

"Mom?"

Woken up by Mr. Cyclone, Alice looked at Mr. Cyclone and chuckled lightly.

"Hehe~ Our great doctor has finally woken up~"

Mr. Cyclone could only smile helplessly.

"Don't worry, I sent all your wives downstairs. You should have been more careful with your health since you knew people were worried about you."

"How could I have expected that cutting like that... would cause me to pass out... "

"Ha~ You're right, you didn't even bleed, yet you managed to faint?"

"Well... "

Since Ximirya was present, Alice understood the reason for Mr. Cyclone's fainting.

"Luckily, Yuna came back early; otherwise... they would have been really worried about you."

"I know... "

Looking at his mother, Mr. Cyclone finally understood something.

The feeling of not having anyone else in the house, only himself.

Despite knowing that everything was fine, he had scared himself terribly because of a slight fear. Mr. Cyclone could not help but feel helpless.

After all, his mother had always been alone since he left and that person left.Thinking of this, Mr. Cyclone lowered his head.

"Since they're awake, they should be relieved now, right?"

As his mother stood up, Mr. Cyclone whispered.

"Mom, let's go together and travel the world."

"What are you talking about?"

"I want to try your dream, but I don't want to leave you here alone."

"Didn't you try it before?"

Alice laughed softly again.

"People... change, you know?"

At this moment, Mr. Cyclone and Alice looked at each other.

"Tsk! Let's talk about it when you can get out of bed."

Alice turned around and left Mr. Cyclone alone.

A simple day, simple things, yet it brought Mr. Cyclone some feelings.

He's not a saint, and he too can make mistakes.

Now his mother has a dream, and he's also interested in that dream.

Wanting to try, but not wanting to leave his mother alone.

After realizing the terror of being alone, Mr. Cyclone became more determined to take his mother away.

Looking out at the moonlight, the moon is beautiful, but the countless stars are just as beautiful.

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