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

"Shut up!" Zhong Meng suddenly waved her hand, her dream core vibrated slightly, and a beam of light shot out, knocking the girl's figure back a step.

However, he felt no pain; he simply looked at Zhong Meng quietly, his eyes filled with pity and sorrow.

"You are searching for yourself in reality, but you don't know that you don't belong to reality at all."

Su Ting suddenly became alert and looked at the woman beside him: "You are... another Dream Core?"

“I am the other side he doesn’t want to face,” he whispered. “It’s that wish that can never be fulfilled.”

Chu Mo slowly walked to Su Ting's side and whispered, "This doesn't seem to be part of the final dream."

“He appeared even before the Dream Source… He is the first shadow.” The woman slowly turned her head. “He is the echo of the first wish.”

Chenxi exclaimed in surprise, "Does that mean... he's been here all along?"

The girl did not answer, but slowly raised her hand, her fingertips lightly touching the void, and the space of the dream began to tremble slightly.

"The beginning and end of a dream are never closed, because... wishes are never truly fulfilled."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Su Ting asked coldly.

"I want to fulfill my dream."

"How do I complete it?"

The girl smiled slowly, a strange light flashing in her eyes.

"Let everyone... fall asleep."

Zhong Meng's eyes widened suddenly, her voice trembling: "You want reality to become part of a dream?!"

"Reality is merely an extension of dreams." He slowly turned around, and the surrounding space began to ripple. "You have awakened the power of dreams, so why not let it continue to spread?"

A low hum came from the depths of the dream, as if in response to his call.

"Don't listen to him!" Chenxi shouted. "The power of dreams already belongs to everyone; you have no right to control it!"

The girl's eyes turned cold, and the light of the Dream Source began to stir.

Su Ting stepped forward, his tone firm: "You are not part of the Dream Source. You are merely a remnant of an unfulfilled wish. You do not belong here."

"You are the ones who don't belong here." The girl gave a cold laugh. "Reality is too cold. You shouldn't have woken up."

Zhong Meng took a deep breath, a struggle appearing in her eyes: "We have already chosen reality."

"But...can you handle it?" he countered. "Will reality treat you as gently as a dream? Or will you fall into despair again?"

"Dreams should not be a means of escape."

Su Ting suddenly spoke, his voice clear and strong.

"But dreams shouldn't be shackles."

Chapter 1169 No Need to Rely on It to Live

He walked step by step toward the girl: "We woke up because we believed that reality could carry our hopes. Even if it's imperfect, we're willing to give everything for it."

Zhong Meng nodded gently: "I don't need to escape reality. I can create new dreams and don't need to live off them."

“So…” Su Ting stretched out his hand, his eyes shining with determination, “Please—return to silence.”

The girl's figure trembled violently at that moment, and a complex emotion flashed in his eyes.

It was as if they were struggling, making a choice, and looking back at the distant past.

He murmured, "But I don't want to... sleep alone."

Su Ting said softly, "You are not alone."

Zhong Meng slowly walked over and gently reached out her hand: "You were also part of the dream. But the dream has ended, and you can leave in peace now."

The girl looked at the two of them, her gaze gradually calming down.

The ripples in the dream source gradually subsided.

He glanced at Zhong Meng one last time and said softly, "Then... I hope you find your true dream in reality."

After he finished speaking, his figure gradually faded, turning into a wisp of light and gently dissipating.

The dream finally returned to calm, the dream core stabilized again, and soft light shone down.

The group stood there, speechless for a long time.

“It’s over,” Su Ting murmured.

Su Ting nodded gently: "It's over."

Finally, he looked towards the exit of the dream world, his eyes as bright as the morning sun.

But at that very moment, a very faint whisper quietly sounded in his ear.

It was almost inaudible, yet clearly imprinted in his heart.

"As long as the dream exists... we will meet again."

Is the dream... really over?

"Su Ting, did you hear that?" Zhong Meng turned her head, her brows slightly furrowed.

"Mm." Su Ting nodded, a smile playing on his lips.

"Perhaps... this is just the beginning of the next dream."

As dawn breaks, a gentle breeze rustles the leaves in an old alley on the edge of the city.

After returning to reality from their dream, Su Ting and the others resumed their daily lives.

However, the words from their dream lingered in their hearts.

"Su Ting, do you really think he... has completely vanished?" Zhong Meng leaned against the window, watching the pedestrians on the street, her tone somewhat low.

“He was the other side of a dream, an unfulfilled wish. If that feeling still exists in people's hearts, I think... he will not truly disappear.” Su Ting gently closed the old book in his hands, his tone gentle.

Zhong Meng remained silent for a moment, then suddenly turned her head. "What if he comes back? What if the dream really isn't over yet?"

Chu Mo interjected, "Whether the dream ends depends on whether you are willing to continue. You are now the inheritors of the dream core, aren't you?"

Zhong Meng smiled bitterly: "But I'm not sure if I can continue to endure more dreams..."

Before he could finish speaking, a sharp sound of shattering glass suddenly came from outside the window.

Everyone was startled and turned to look, only to see a little girl sitting on the ground, clutching a broken wind chime in her arms, sobbing softly.

A faint halo seemed to remain within the fragments of the wind chime.

Su Ting frowned and got up, about to open the door to check, when the girl suddenly raised her head.

His eyes were clear yet empty.

Su Ting's heart tightened suddenly; it was the fluctuation of the Dream Core.

“Su Ting…” Zhong Meng said softly, her eyes fixed on the girl, her hands unconsciously clenching.

"The wind chimes are ringing..." the little girl began, but her voice didn't seem to belong to her age; it was deep and ethereal, as if it transcended time and space.

Chapter 1170 The Unfathomable Darkness

He slowly stood up, and the wind chime fragments floated gently in mid-air, spontaneously reforming themselves and emitting a crisp sound.

"The door to the dream world is not closed." The little girl's eyes suddenly turned to Su Ting, her lips parted slightly, and her voice was ethereal.

Zhong Meng suddenly stepped in front of Su Ting and whispered, "You're not that child...who are you?"

A smile played on the girl's lips, but it carried a coldness that didn't belong to a child: "I'm back."

"Don't you want to wake up from this dream?" He slowly took a step back, his eyes revealing a bottomless darkness.

Su Ting's gaze sharpened, and he said in a deep voice, "You don't belong here."

"The power of dreams no longer belongs to you." Zhong Meng stepped forward, the dream core in her hand flashing slightly.

The girl chuckled softly, a laugh that seemed to possess some kind of magic, instantly distorting the surrounding air.

“Dreams won’t belong to you alone,” he said softly, the wind chime in his hand swaying gently, and time seemed to stand still for a moment.

"I have crossed the boundary between reality and dreams."

Su Ting was suddenly jolted, a terrifying thought flashing through his mind: "He has merged with the echoes of dreams... He has become..."

"What will I become?" The little girl tilted her head and smiled, but her eyes were incredibly deep.

“I am the echo of a dream,” he said softly, “the forgotten voice.”

Chu Mo's expression changed, and he abruptly drew his weapon: "Su Ting, be careful! His power... is interfering with reality!"

Chenxi also noticed the abnormality and immediately spoke up: "He's not just a remnant of a dream core, he is—"

"Beyond the core of the dream... there exists another existence." Zhong Meng gritted his teeth.

The girl gently reached out her hand, and the Dream Core spun in his palm, yet its light exuded an unprecedented coldness.

Su Ting took a deep breath and gripped the Key to the Broken Dream tightly in his hand.

"We will not let you remain asleep, nor will we let you manipulate reality."