Gradually, people began to recover.
Those who woke up first looked around them, after which they wiped their tears away.
The emotions were slowly fading. It was complicated and yet memorable.
It was as if they had just been drunk, or had an unforgettable date.
Ding, ding—
"Ladies and gentlemen."
Rasfa clearly did not plan to let them continue to be immersed in their memories and emotions.
"Rasfa, what's that? Magic?"
"Can't you smell it? It's the wine."
"No, it's not wine. The feeling... I recalled my mother."
"I thought I'd forgotten about it, Kerry..."
"Ladies and gentlemen, would you like to have a glass? Another round of memories."
Rasfa waved his hand and the servants presented everyone with a glass of wine.
It was a wonderful feeling. Memories might be painful, but people still wanted more.
However, there was only one glass of wine.
