The Road Home

The first time he met her, she was sobbing her heart out. His pressure couldn't hold her back. His fierce words couldn't drive her away. "Hey, can you take me home?" She was only 1.1 meters tall, and looked about five years old. She asked him between hiccups. Her long black hair was damp with tears, and her black eyes were like the most beautiful stars in the world. "If you can keep up." Maybe it was because they shared the same black hair and eyes, or maybe it was because her tear-red eyes made her look even more pitiful. That was what he told her. But she couldn't keep up. He set off, thinking that was that. Who knew she'd grab his leg and cling on tight, impossible to shake off. She kept up with him, speaking the language of the planet she came from. The words he remembered most clearly were these: Take me home. A transmigrated little girl × an incredibly capable, soft-hearted older man A travel story Quick transmigration worlds Eat, explore the worlds, and make their way home along the way The author's first original novel Please be patient with me. Let me know if you spot any mistakes. Thank you.