Courtyard House: My Long and Hard Body Makes Me Play with All the Women in the Courtyard

“Then let’s blow up her entire dream.” Su Ting sneered. “Anyway, we’ve already died once.”

"Aren't you afraid of being assimilated?" Chu Mo asked Su Ting.

Su Ting did not respond immediately; his hand tightened around the knife formed from shattered dreams.

“I don’t care what I become, I just want her to recognize me.”

A glimmer of light flashed in the girl's eyes: "Are you ready?"

With a flick of her finger, golden light burst forth, illuminating the door in the thick fog ahead.

It was an ancient and heavy wooden door, its mottled marks resembling the patterns of tears. A name was engraved on the door, long since weathered away by time.

But Su Ting recognized him.

It was a name he had recited countless times, yet always lost upon waking.

"Push open the door," the girl whispered. "She'll see your first step."

Without hesitation, Su Ting reached out and pushed the door open.

squeak-

The door opened.

Chapter 1151 is a deathly gray.

In an instant, the wind rose, light and shadow intertwined, and the world before their eyes began to crumble, reality being pulled into the depths of a dream.

The world of dreams unfolded before their eyes.

The college was bathed in sunlight, the tree-lined path was dappled with shadows, and in the distance, she stood by the window, her long hair flowing over her shoulders, her smile as gentle as the wind.

That was her past, and the memory she has always held onto.

"Welcome home, Su Ting." The girl in the dream turned her head gently, her smile as tender as water.

Su Ting's steps froze on the spot.

Because her eyes were a deathly gray, like a deep sleep from which she could never wake.

“She…is watching us in her dream, but she hasn’t woken up,” Chenxi whispered.

"What should we do?" Su Ting asked.

Su Ting took a deep breath and stepped forward: "She hasn't woken up because we're not 'real' enough."

He slowly walked towards the woman in his dream: "I am not a dream, I am not an illusion. I came to find you because I want to show you all the possibilities beyond dreams."

She didn't respond in my dream, she just kept smiling, a smile so gentle it was heartbreaking.

"Don't you recognize me anymore?" Su Ting stood in front of her, his voice hoarse.

The girl in the dream finally spoke: "How did you get here? This is not a place for you."

"I was the one who broke in." Su Ting reached out and gently stroked her face. "I missed you."

"Go," the girl in the dream whispered. "Here, I have your smile, your image, our past. I don't want to wake up, I don't want you to leave me."

“I am not an illusion of the past.” Su Ting held her hand. “I am real. I came to you to tell you—you are not alone anymore.”

"Are you really... the one I've met before?" the girl in the dream asked softly.

The girl slowly approached from behind: "She couldn't tell because the dream was too real, and also because her will was too weak."

“I am not a dream.” Su Ting looked at her. “Are you the obsession she doesn’t want to wake up from, or the real her? If you really are her, then answer me.”

The girl in the dream was silent for a moment, then suddenly looked up.

She reached out and touched Su Ting's chest, asking softly, "If I wake up, will you disappear?"

“No,” Su Ting said firmly, “as long as you’re willing to come back with me.”

In the dream, the girl's eyes were slightly red, and tears silently streamed down her face.

She slowly reached out and gently touched Su Ting's forehead.

"Su Ting..." she finally spoke, "I want to wake up, but—"

Her voice abruptly stopped, and a dark shadow suddenly rose from behind her. It was a black vine that wrapped around her body and slowly pulled her backward.

“Someone is preventing her from leaving,” the girl said coldly. “It’s the obsession with her dream, it’s her fear.”

Su Ting's eyes blazed with fury, and the Shattered Dream Blade in his hand suddenly shone brightly.

He rushed forward, his blade tearing through the boundaries of the dream, slashing directly at the dark figure.

"Get out of my way!!"

With a single slash, the dark figure let out a mournful cry and turned to dust, but the girl's figure in the dream also began to blur, as if she were leaving the dream.

"Who are you?!" A strange voice echoed from the depths of the dream. "You are intruders! This dream does not belong to you!"

Su Ting turned around and saw the dream beginning to collapse, the world twisting, and everything losing its shape.

The girl sighed softly: "We've already been detected by the dream."

She turned to Su Ting and said, "The essence of the dream has awakened. From now on, only you can walk this path. She is waiting for... only you."

"What do you mean?" Su Ting frowned.

Chapter 1152 The Most Important Thing

“You have to delve into her deepest memories,” the girl said. “She has hidden away her most important thing, that thing… is her ‘wish,’ her obsession, and the reason she won’t wake up.”

"Her 'wish'?" Su Ting's heart tightened.

"Are you ready?" the girl asked.

Su Ting didn't hesitate: "The only person she's waiting for is me."

He stepped deeper into the dream once more.

The girl in his dream was still calling his name.

The wind stirred up his last remaining obsession.

"Wait," the girl suddenly whispered to him.

Su Ting turned around.

She looked at him, a hint of reluctance in her eyes: "If she wakes up... will you forget her in your dreams?"

"How could I forget her?" Su Ting chuckled. "She is my obsession, my destiny."

The girl was silent for a moment, then suddenly a smile appeared on her lips: "Then remember this—when you wake up from the dream, don't ask who she is, ask what kind of person she is."

She gently pushed his back.

"Let's go."

"She's there, waiting for you."

Su Ting turned and walked into the depths of that light.

The dream begins to crumble; the dream's owner is about to return.

The bells of awakening are about to ring.

"Who exactly is she?" A familiar yet distant voice came from my dream.

Su Ting's voice rang out, firm yet gentle.

"I am your light."

The wind gently swept through the forest, stirring the boundaries of dreams.

The dream is reassembling, and the sense of reality is becoming increasingly blurred. In the distance, the sound of church bells rings out, clear and deep, as if echoing from the depths of memory.

“Su Ting…” She opened her eyes again in her dream, but her gaze was lost and empty.

He gripped the Shattered Dream Blade tightly and walked resolutely toward her, only to be blocked by a transparent barrier.

"Don't come any closer." The girl in the dream suddenly took a step back, her eyes beginning to dart around. "Are you... really here?"

"Have you forgotten the day we first met?" Su Ting's voice was low.

"That day you broke your leg and knocked over a pile of textbooks in front of the school clinic." The woman in the dream's eyes flickered slightly, and the corners of her mouth curled up gently. "I picked them up for you."

"Do you still remember what you said?" Su Ting stepped forward and placed his palm on the layer of light membrane.

“I said… ‘You’re as stupid as a little bear.’” The woman’s voice suddenly trembled.

The light membrane fluctuated violently in an instant, as if it might shatter at any moment.

Just then, the bell rang again.

A dark shadow slowly rose from behind her, like a manifestation of the dream itself, its voice ethereal yet cold: "You shouldn't have come. She doesn't need you anymore."

"Who are you?" Su Ting asked sharply.

"I am a dream," the shadowy figure whispered. "I am the reality she doesn't want to face, and I am the one who protects her."

Chu Mo stood outside the light membrane, his brows furrowed: "This is her last barrier to reality. Only if she dismantles it herself can Su Ting walk in."