Everything in front of Leon felt hazy and surreal. The sound of rain grew distant, and the raindrops that had been falling into streams gradually lessened until they disappeared entirely.

The scenery around Leon shifted once again, as if the stars themselves were rearranging chaotically, with no discernible pattern.

In the next instant, a blinding light suddenly burst before his eyes, and his consciousness began to fade.

When his awareness returned, it felt like waking from a long, immersive dream—a dream he could have left at any moment but didn’t want to escape.

He could hear the soft breaths of those around him, the faint murmurs of women whispering to each other. Even in his semi-conscious state, he instinctively grasped the cool, delicate hand beside him. Turning slightly, he opened his eyes and pulled her into his arms.

Rosvisser let out a gentle sigh, faint tears glistening at the corners of her half-closed eyes. She leaned into Leon’s embrace, savoring the lingering sweetness of the dream they had just shared.

“The memory regression magic is over, but why haven’t Dad and Mom woken up yet?” Aurora scratched her head in confusion as she asked.