When he opened his eyes again, Kang De saw a pure white ceiling.
This was an unfamiliar environment.
His body suddenly stiffened, and then he subconsciously touched his body. Ever since he transmigrated to the other world, be it during the day or when he was sleeping, he had definitely had a weapon beside him.
However, he did not touch it. He lowered his head and saw that he was wearing a soft hospital gown.
After a short daze, the vigilance and nervousness in his eyes gradually disappeared.
In its place were very complicated emotions.
Footsteps sounded in the corridor as he walked back and forth. The scenery outside the window was perfect. The sun was shining and the traffic was heavy. There was no white fog or curtain. Everything was as usual.
This was Earth, the city he lived in.
This was his… home.
The place he yearned for and wanted to return to in countless dreams.
He was back.