HE LOVED ME LAST

Chapter 65

Alice’s POV

Moonlight University was beyond anything I imagined.

The buildings were grand, with polished glass doors, marble pillars, and carefully landscaped gardens. It felt like a place where anything could happen—where you could rewrite who you were.

I clutched my student map and moved through the crowd, taking it all in.

I didn’t know anyone here.

No familiar voices. No whispers from behind desks. Just… freedom.

I had my dorm key, my class schedule, and a quiet room in the scholarship wing of the hostel. It wasn’t luxurious, but it was clean. Safe. And mine.

After settling in, I decided to explore the campus on foot. Everything looked like a scene from one of those glossy university brochures: students laughing over coffee, groups playing guitar on benches, banners about clubs and events fluttering in the breeze.

As I walked past a tall, ivy-covered building, I accidentally bumped into someone turning the corner.

“Oh—sorry,” I said quickly.

The guy stepped back, smiling. “No problem. First week?”

“Yeah,” I said, matching his smile. “You too?”

He nodded. “Sort of. I transferred in, so technically new.”

There was a brief pause, then he glanced at his phone. “Good luck with orientation.”

“You too,” I said as he walked off.

Simple. Casual. And already more human than some people I knew for years.

I walked toward the main lawn when I caught snippets of conversation from a group sitting on the fountain edge.

“…yeah, he already moved in. The mansion just outside campus?”

“No way, that’s him?”

“They say his family’s net worth is close to a billion—he doesn’t even need to study.”

“Legend says he came here to lay low. Moonlight’s golden boy.”

“What's his nickname again?”

“People call him *The Phantom.* Never shows up unless he feels like it.”

I blinked.

The Phantom?

I tilted my head slightly, trying not to look interested—but I was.

A student that rich going to the same university as me? Someone so mysterious people only whisper about him?

My curiosity stirred.

Not because I cared about wealth—but because I wanted to know who people thought was untouchable. And if he was really that unreachable.

Part of me… wanted to see him with my own eyes.

Who was this “Phantom”?

And what was he doing here, of all places?

I shook the thought away and kept walking.

It didn’t matter. Whoever he was, we lived in different worlds.

Or so I thought.