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

"...You're still here, aren't you?"

From the depths of the dream, a deep yet familiar voice slowly resounded—

"Yes, kid."

"……Mother?"

Su Ting turned around abruptly, his pupils shrinking slightly.

That voice—it was so familiar.

Su Ting suddenly stood up, astonishment flashing in his eyes: "He...he really still...still exists?"

In the space where light and shadow intertwine, a faint, ethereal figure emerges from the depths of the dream. The figure is blurry and gentle, carrying an indescribable maternal glow, as it slowly rises.

He resembles Su Wan, but he is not Su Wan.

He stood on the edge of a dream, quietly watching everything before him.

Zhong Meng's body trembled violently, his gaze almost frozen: "Mother...you didn't leave? You've been in my dreams all this time?"

"I've always been here." His voice was like a gentle breeze, soft yet unwavering.

Su Ting's heart tightened suddenly: "You...you are the Dream Source itself?!"

The woman gently shook her head, a smile in her eyes: "I am the mother. I am also the source of dreams. I was once the reflection of the love in your hearts. But... I choose to sink into the depths of dreams, because I know that dreams should not carry too many obsessions."

"Then why did you leave him behind?" Chenxi's eyes were red, her voice choked with sobs. "Why did you leave him alone in my dreams?"

“Because, the final dream… is the wish I left behind,” he said softly. “It is a part of me that I couldn’t let go of. I thought the dream could protect him. I thought the dream could make him a new beginning.”

He looked at Zhong Meng, a hint of sadness and affection in his eyes: "But I never expected that he would start to control the dream, instead of becoming a part of it."

Zhong Meng slowly raised her head, her voice low and hoarse: "You...are you looking at me? You've been looking at me...but you won't come out?"

“Because I believe that one day you will meet them.” He slowly stretched out his hand. “They will let you know that dreams should not be just an escape, much less a tool for destruction.”

A vulnerability she had never shown before flickered in Zhong Meng's eyes.

He asked, his voice trembling, "Then who... are you?"

The woman smiled and said, "I am the starting point of your dreams, the deepest desire in your hearts, and the echo of my loved ones."

The dream lamp trembled slightly, and Su Ting's heart suddenly skipped a beat.

He seemed to finally understand the true meaning of the dream.

“Dreams… are not about control, not about reshaping,” he said softly. “Dreams are the echo of love, the spark of hope.”

Tears streamed down Zhong Meng's face as he murmured, "Am I...am I just a part of your dream all along?"

“No,” the woman said gently, “you are the choice of the dream. You are the wish we left behind. You should never have been a mistake.”

Zhong Meng's lips trembled, and he suddenly knelt down, as if the entire dream was trembling.

"I want to...go home." His voice was weak, but unusually firm.

"Where is home?" Su Ting knelt down and gently took his hand.

"At home...by your side."

"Then come back."

Su Ting's words seemed to ignite some kind of power, and the entire Dream Source began to resonate. The Dream Lines slowly converged, and the originally shattered space began to heal.

Chapter 1167 The True Home

A low sigh drifted through the air, as if the god of dreams had finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The old man walked slowly, the light of the lamp illuminating his aged face.

“Dream Source… is recovering,” he said softly, “but it must return to its true master.”

“It’s not you.” Chenxi looked at the woman.

The woman nodded and smiled, "The ultimate destination of dreams is not me, nor the final dream. Rather... it is the shared memories and love of all people."

"So... the true destination of Dream Source is the human heart?" Chu Mo slowly asked.

“That’s right,” the woman said softly. “It shouldn’t belong to any one individual, but to all those who have ever sought hope in their dreams.”

Zhong Meng slowly stood up, her eyes no longer sharp, but filled with tranquility.

He slowly walked towards the gate to the source of dreams and gently stroked the cracked dream core.

The dream core vibrated slowly, and the light gradually converged.

"Are you willing to let go?" Su Ting asked.

“I no longer need dreams to make up for my regrets.” Zhong Meng turned around and smiled, her eyes filled with relief. “I want to live, to live in the real world in my own way.”

The Dream Source slowly closed, and a gentle light drifted out from Zhong Meng's body, flying into the depths of the Dream Core.

The core of the dream trembled slightly, then slowly returned to stillness.

The whole dream seemed to finally end.

Light filled the space, and everyone stood on the edge of the dream, looking at each other with long-lost smiles on their faces.

Su Ting slowly raised his head and looked at the woman: "And what about you? Will you leave?"

The woman looked at them and said softly, "I will return to the river of dreams, but as long as you still have hope in your hearts, I will be there, silently protecting you."

He reached out and gently touched Su Ting's forehead, a hint of reluctance in his smile: "Children, remember... the real dream is in reality."

A flash of light, and his figure gradually faded away.

A faint floral fragrance lingers in the air; it's the scent of memories.

Zhong Meng stood among the crowd, her gaze firm yet gentle.

Su Ting asked softly, "What do you want to do next?"

Zhong Meng smiled slightly, her gaze fixed on the distant exit of the dream world: "I want to... see your world."

Chu Mo chuckled lightly: "It's not as wonderful as you think."

“Then I’ll make it better little by little.” He turned to look at Su Ting, “as long as you’re still here.”

Su Ting nodded gently: "I've always been here."

Chenxi suddenly interjected, "Then you have to adapt to the real world first, like going to school, working, and eating without magic!"

Everyone laughed heartily, and the air seemed to warm up a bit.

The dream is over.

But the real journey has only just begun.

But just as they were about to leave, suddenly, a murmur echoed in the air again—

The voice was extremely soft, yet it sent a shiver down everyone's spine.

"Is the dream... really over?"

That sentence, like a gentle rain, fell on everyone's ears, as if the entire dream trembled once again.

Su Ting turned around abruptly, his brows furrowed: "Who said that just now?"

No one answered.

The air was as still as deep water, as if even time had stood still.

Zhong Meng slowly clenched her hands, her eyes changing slightly: "This voice... is not right."

"What do you mean?" Chenxi looked around uneasily. "The dream should have ended by now..."

Just then, a faint yet strange ripple suddenly surged from the depths of the dream, as if something was quietly awakening.

Where the woman left, fragments of light and shadow appeared.

Chapter 1168 I've Let It Go

Su Ting stared at the spot of light and said in a low voice, "That afterimage...it's not him."

“Not…him?” Su Ting frowned. “But he just left.”

The light spots gradually coalesced, eventually transforming into a familiar yet alien entity—a blurry figure of a girl, whose outline was remarkably similar to Zhong Meng's, except that her eyes were vacant and her voice ethereal.

His lips slowly parted, but his voice echoed like a nightmare: "The dream is not over yet."

"Who are you?" Zhong Meng asked coldly, her hands already clenched, the residual aura of her dream core slowly surging.

The girl did not answer him, but turned to Su Ting, her eyes empty as an abyss.

"You awakened the dream, but forgot that the dream can also end."

"Who exactly are you?" Su Ting's heart skipped a beat.

“I am the other end of the dream,” he murmured. “I am the one who has been forgotten, the true wish.”

"Impossible!" Zhong Meng stepped forward, her eyes sharp. "I've already let it go!"

"Have you let go?" he chuckled. "Have you really let go of something you never truly possessed?"