Flora’s Guide to a Second Chance at Love and Life
Chapter 392

The lights in the hall dimmed until only a spotlight remained, illuminating the center of the stage. Rafael knelt on one knee, a picture of earnest devotion, the light casting the perfect shadow on his jawline as he bowed his head. Everyone held their breath, too afraid to even breathe too loudly.

As the music slowly began to swell, Rafael moved. His dances often carried themes of dawn, with an overall tone of somber suppression that frequently left the audience gasping for breath due to its intensity. Yet, this always stood in sharp contrast to the sense of explosive breakthrough and release, delivering a profound visual and emotional impact.

But this time, it was different. While the overall mood still carried hints of melancholy, there were details that suggested something new. It was as if someone lost in despair had found a glimmer of hope. Could it be... love?

Even after the dance ended, the audience remained in stunned silence, which was quickly followed by deafening screams and applause. The atmosphere reached its peak!

Rafael's smile curled up at the corners as he confidently stepped off the stage. At the same moment, a pre-recorded vlog video of his new dance was automatically posted to his Twitter account. Shot in high definition within a dance studio, dressed in a simple black tee and cargo pants, his inherent charisma was undeniable. The clarity of the DSLR footage, much clearer than the live performance, captured every expression on his face. Wild yet enticing.

The post about Rafael's new dance quickly topped the trending search list. Even those who weren't fans of Rafael found themselves captivated by his performance, instantly becoming supporters. "Ah, so handsome! My hubby is so handsome!"

"Something's off, something's off. Rafael's new dance... does it have a hint of love? Could it be that Rafael is in love?"

"Adding my voice to the above! I also feel that way. Rafael must definitely be in love!"

"How could Rafael suddenly fall in love when there's not even a single woman around him? And the choreography is so heartfelt! I think it's the choreographer who's fallen in love!"

"Ah, sisters, you've hit the nail on the head!"

"No matter who it is, wuwu, my ship has sunk."

Speculation about Rafael possibly being in love quickly became a trending topic. Devin, Rafael's manager, couldn't help but smirk at the fans' wild imaginations. But it wasn't a problem. After all, Rafael wasn't in love, and this only served to increase his popularity. The only thing to do was to ward off those shamelessly seeking to capitalize on this buzz.

He handed the phone to Rafael with a teasing intent. Rafael might appear wild and flirty, but aside from Flora, there were hardly any girls who could get close to him. Rafael, still catching his breath from the dance, scrolled through the comments without expression, then handed the phone back to Devin before turning his attention seriously back to the stage.

He knew the schedule and that it was almost time for Flora's performance. After Rafael's opening, the rest of the performances seemed lackluster in comparison. The students found them uninteresting. "Let's thank the Department of Literature for their wonderful performance. Next, please welcome the Department of Medicine with their dance, 'The Clashing of Bracelets.""

All the new students from the medical department enthusiastically applauded. The rest of the students lazily lifted their eyes to the stage, only to be struck by what they saw next!

Such event costumes were mostly rented, often appearing somewhat cheap. But the costumes they wore were meticulously handcrafted! Their dance dresses were primarily in bold red, a color that could easily look tacky and unattractive if not chosen well.