Chapter 639

Halfway through dinner, Hilda brought out a bottle of homemade peach blossom wine to share with everyone. "This is our homemade peach blossom wine. It might not be as good as those collector wines, but it has its own unique flavor. Do give it a try!"

Everyone in the room got some, including Alban.

Holding the small glass of peach blossom wine in his hand, a familiar scent suddenly wafted past him and he couldn't resist drinking the small glass of wine in one go.

The wine was fragrant. It was supposed to taste sweet, but Alban seemed to have tasted something bitter instead.

The bitterness was making him tear up.

Covering the smell of the wine, he closed his eyes and tears rolled down his cheeks.

It was the same peach blossom wine. Alban drank it once a long time ago.

At the time, his name was still Hilton Jones. He remembered that there was also a small glass of homemade peach blossom wine in front of him. Connie had opened it, and Adrian had poured it for him.

"Hilton, you're