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

The woman's silhouette gently raised her hand, and a crack immediately appeared in the lake's surface.

A path leading to the depths of a dream appears, a distorted corridor of memories.

Su Ting took a deep breath: "I'm willing."

Zhong Meng stood beside him: "Together."

They stepped onto the path, each step triggering fragments of memory.

Those images depict the beginning of their initial dream, as well as the countless struggles they endured waking up from that dream.

"So we've been... searching for a way out all along," Zhong Meng murmured softly.

“But now, we need to find the end.” Su Ting squeezed his hand. “Let’s wake up together.”

They continued on their way, and the surrounding scenery gradually became blurred.

Finally, a door appeared before them—a pure white door without any patterns.

Behind the door lies the core of the dream.

The door slowly opened, and a soft, warm light shone out from behind it.

"That's... the root of dreams?" Zhong Meng stared blankly.

A voice slowly came from behind the door—it was a girl's voice, gentle and familiar.

"You are finally here."

"We have been waiting for this moment for a long time."

Su Ting's heart skipped a beat.

"That voice...it's him?!"

"He's back," Zhong Meng said softly.

Chapter 1173 We are one

The little girl slowly emerged from the light, but now she had shed her childlike appearance and become a more mature young woman.

He stood in front of the door, his eyes gentle, yet concealing some incomprehensible emotion.

"Su Ting, Zhong Meng... welcome back."

Su Ting was slightly taken aback: "Come...back?"

The girl smiled gently, stretched out her hand, and her fingertips shimmered with a faint light.

"Because...we are one."

His fingertips traced a line in the air, and a familiar wave instantly spread out.

"Who exactly are you?" Su Ting asked through gritted teeth.

The girl gazed at him silently for a moment, then whispered:

"I am—an unawakened dream."

As his voice fell, the entire dream suddenly trembled.

The sky shattered, space twisted, and an unprecedented rift tore open.

"It seems that the rift in the Dream Core has finally... opened."

A slight smile played on his lips, his eyes revealing a deep sadness and longing.

"Now, do you want to know the truth?"

"Want to know the core of the dream... why can't we wake up?"

Zhong Meng looked at him, a complex emotion flashing in her eyes.

Su Ting took a step forward and spoke firmly:

"We want to know."

The girl nodded gently, waved her hand, and the door to the dream world opened completely.

An extremely dazzling light engulfed Su Ting and Zhong Meng's bodies.

In that instant, Su Ting only heard one sentence clearly—

"Waking up is not the dream's choice. It is—your choice."

When the light faded, their figures had vanished.

In reality, cracks in dreams are also quietly spreading.

The little girl stood on the grassland, gazing at the slowly tilting portal in the distance, and gently shook her head.

"The true core of dreams... has never actually been within you."

"It is... in him who never woke up."

He slowly lowered his head, his eyes unreadable.

"Therefore, it's time for everyone to see the truth."

The wind chimes tinkled softly, and suddenly the wind swept across the grassland.

On the distant horizon, a shadow that did not belong to this world quietly appeared.

"The dreamer...returns."

He read it to himself.

The next moment, the grassland began to crack, and the boundary between dream and reality became completely blurred.

As the light faded, Su Ting's vision was suddenly plunged into darkness.

Immediately afterwards, a cold ray of light pierced through the space and shone on him, like the light of judgment.

His feet touched the ground, and the hard, cold ground made him realize that they had not returned to the original space.

“The End of Dreams?” Su Ting turned around, only to find the space empty.

The surrounding area was a pure white space, with countless mirrors embedded in the walls, each reflecting a different face.

Some mirrors reflected crying girls, some reflected laughing boys, and some reflected Su Ting's own reflection.

But the eyes of Su Ting in those mirrors were all different.

There are gentle, indifferent, angry, and sorrowful personalities... He seems to be split into countless personalities, fragmented in this mirror world.

"Where is this place?" Su Ting frowned.

no respond.

Suddenly, the mirrors trembled violently, and a voice slowly rose, as if from the depths of the soul:

Welcome back, slumbering one.

The voice was eerily familiar.

It was his voice—but lighter and softer than his current voice, with a kind of ethereal quality that was almost otherworldly.

The "Su Ting" in the mirror began to move. They looked at each other and smiled at each other, as if they were whispering.

"Who...are you?" Su Ting tentatively approached a mirror.

Chapter 1174 is your nightmare

Suddenly, the person in one of the mirrors stretched out a finger and pressed it against the mirror surface.

His eyes met Su Ting's, his lips parted slightly, and his voice rang out in unison:

You are a part of us.

“Me… a part?” Su Ting was taken aback.

We are the memories you once abandoned.

Su Ting in the mirror spoke slowly, a look of pain appearing in his eyes.

It's everything you once wanted to forget. It's your nightmare, a dream you dare not face.

Su Ting's heart was pounding.

“I am… Su Ting.” He tried to compose himself.

Su Tingqi in the mirror shook his head in unison:

No, you are Su Ting, but not all of Su Ting. You are the awakened part, while we are the sleeping part.

“I have never abandoned myself,” Su Ting said through gritted teeth.

The mirror trembled violently, and countless "him" chuckled in unison:

You're lying. You don't want to remember the past, you don't want to recall the roots of your dreams. You've never faced your true self... How can you say you've never run away?

Su Ting remained silent.

He did try to escape. He remembered those nightmares, each time waking with a suffocating pain. But he never truly asked himself: Why do dreams exist? Why did he dream of those things?