"Encore! Encore!"
The chants continued for a long time. Under the persistent demands of the audience, Dylan performed two more songs, both of which were familiar to everyone. While they didn't quite match the impact of *Midnight Rose*, they were enough to ignite the crowd!
To put it simply, even Zhangning, who was usually timid and soft-spoken, had shouted herself hoarse. One could only imagine how fanatical the hardcore fans had become.
The audience was completely mesmerized by Dylan's performance. It wasn't until Dylan delivered his thanks several times that the crowd finally settled down. Standing at the center of the stage under the spotlight, he bowed gracefully to the audience below. Then, with a loud cry, he leaped off the stage in a dramatic fashion. In the next moment, the crowd surged forward, and Dylan was quickly surrounded by his frenzied fans.
As the band began to play a romantic waltz, the atmosphere gradually shifted from the earlier frenzy. People started inviting their partners to dance.
At that moment, Richard turned to Anran and performed a perfect gentleman's bow. With a charming smile, he extended his hand and asked, "My beautiful Rose Fairy Princess, would you do me the honor of dancing with me?"
Hearing this title, Anran's cheeks flushed slightly. She replied, "My handsome Vampire Prince, I would be delighted."
The surrounding girls couldn't help but let out sighs of envy at the scene.
However, just as she placed her hand in his, Anran remembered something. She smiled at Richard and said, "My prince, please wait a moment."
Anran turned around and saw her friend Zhangning, dressed as a witch, standing alone, looking toward the bustling crowd. She walked over and asked, "Ning, can you do me a favor?"
"Ah, Anran, what is it?" Zhangning snapped out of her thoughts and asked, her face still flushed with excitement.
Anran said, "Ning, could you keep this cross safe for me?"
Zhangning thought it would be something complicated, but it turned out to be just looking after an item.
She immediately replied, "Of course, no problem!"
Anran carefully removed the cross from her neck and placed it around Zhangning's, saying, "Thank you, Ning. This is very important to me."
"No worries, I've got it covered," Zhangning assured her with a smile. "Anran, you should go and dance with Lord Morris. I'm off to get Prince Dylan's autograph!"
Hearing this, Anran glanced at the densely packed crowd, wondering if Zhangning would even be able to squeeze through.
Watching the witch-costumed Zhangning trot toward the crowd, Anran couldn't help but laugh. It seemed Dylan had won over quite a few hearts tonight.
Returning to Richard's side, Anran naturally placed her hand in his. Richard gently took her hand, and the two of them made their way to the dance floor. The music was a classic waltz.
To the rhythm of the elegant melody, Richard guided Anran with ease, his arm circling her slender waist as he held her close. They had practiced for this moment many times, and their movements were perfectly synchronized. With just a glance, Anran knew when to twirl.
As he held the girl in his arms, Richard could catch the sweet scent emanating from her. He couldn't resist pulling her closer until their eyes met, each seeing their reflection in the other's gaze. Overcome by the moment, Richard gently pressed a kiss to her forehead…