The faint sunlight radiated through the window, illuminating the spacious room before him. A warm feeling surged and filled his entire body, giving his body an instinctive feeling of laziness. He felt comfortable and unconsciously wanted to have a good sleep.
Grissom woke up from his deep sleep and felt the situation on his body. He could not help but open his eyes. He was lying on a wooden bed at this moment.
There were not many decorations around him, making it look monotonous at a glance. The only advantage was that the spacious place seemed very bright, making people feel good and not tired and gloomy, at least in a small room.
Grissom looked at the scene in the room and could not help but be stunned. How many years has it been...
After meditating for a long time, Grissom could not remember the last time he left the minaret. He had never left the dark prison or the minaret, let alone slept in peace in other places.
