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

“I’m resetting the dream,” Su Ting said calmly. “It’s not controlled by you, nor by my past self. It’s controlled by—my present self.”

The crystal's brilliance surged, and a golden streak of light instantly pierced through the clock tower!

The girl bent over in pain as her body began to shatter, turning into countless specks of light.

"You can't do this! You don't understand... you're going to destroy all of us!"

“I will not destroy us,” Su Ting said softly. “I will rebuild the dream. No longer just a prison for the sleepers, but… a weapon for the awakened.”

"Su Ting—!!" the girl roared, but it was too late to stop the stream of light from completely engulfing him.

The next moment, the light engulfed the entire clock tower.

Space shatters, dreams disintegrate, and all fragments of memory explode and reassemble like fireworks, rearranging themselves.

Su Ting closed his eyes, letting his consciousness be pulled back to reality.

"ended."

He murmured softly.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself standing in an unfamiliar space.

He was surrounded by a deep blue night sky, the stars seemed within reach, and beneath his feet was a floating wooden bridge leading to an ancient door.

A faded bronze plaque hangs on the door—[The Gate of Sleep].

He turned around and saw that Zhong Meng was also slowly opening her eyes.

"This is... the end of the dream?" Zhong Meng stood up and looked at the door.

Su Ting didn't speak. He stepped forward and reached out to touch the door.

"Do you still want to go in?" Zhong Meng suddenly asked, her tone tinged with nervousness.

"What else is inside?"

Su Ting glanced back at him, a slight smile playing on her lips: "I don't know. But I want to see."

He slowly pushed the door open.

The door creaked open, revealing a glimpse of the world inside—an old room with a diary on the desk. The cover of the diary bore the words: "Remnant Dream".

Deep inside the room, by the window, a small figure stood with their back to them, seemingly leaning against the windowsill, softly weeping.

It was a little girl, wearing the red sweater that Su Ting loved most when she was little.

Chapter 1177 You've Finally Came to Find Me

Hearing the door open, the little girl slowly turned around.

A familiar smile graced his face, yet it caused Su Ting's pupils to shrink sharply.

"Hi, brother." The little girl blinked. "You've finally come to find me."

Su Ting slowly spoke: "Who... are you?"

The girl chuckled softly, her voice ethereal and gentle:

"I am... the first person to dream of you."

"What...what did you say?" Su Ting took a small step back, his voice unsteady.

The little girl jumped down from the window and landed lightly on the floor. She looked no more than seven or eight years old, but her eyes seemed to have traversed countless years, seeing through all his hidden pretenses.

She blinked and whispered, "I dreamt of you, dreamt of your dream. Your dream was too heavy, too cold. I wanted a warm dream, so... I created you."

"What nonsense are you spouting!" Zhong Meng shouted angrily, her voice filled with fear. "Su Ting is the one who initiated the dream, how could you have created it?!"

The little girl tilted her head and looked at Zhong Meng, a mysterious smile curving her lips: "You're too shallow; you can't see where the root of dreams lies."

Her tone suddenly softened: "Where do you think dreams come from? They come from memories, emotions, and desires... But dreams are the earliest desires."

“I am the first person to dream.” She looked up, and the faint sound of wind chimes could be heard outside the window, like a childhood call.

Su Ting's breathing became rapid: "If you are the original dream... then why don't I recognize you?"

The little girl walked up to him, raised her tiny hand, and gently touched his cheek, as cool as morning dew.

“Because, when you grow up, you lose your dreams.” Her eyes suddenly became somewhat sad. “You start to be afraid of dreaming, afraid of the emptiness after waking up, afraid of the monsters in your dreams, afraid of those memories you don’t want… So, you cut yourself into pieces and threw them into the depths of your dreams.”

She pointed to her face: "So, I can only watch you in my dreams, watching you gradually become the kind of person you hate."

Su Ting remained silent.

“I am not you.” The little girl smiled again, “but I am the person you are willing to become—the brave person who will not get hurt, who dares to love and dares to lose.”

“You are—my original love.” Su Ting murmured.

"It's not my original intention, it's the me before you abandoned me." The little girl blinked. "It's just that you forgot later. So... I became a dream."

The starry sky outside the door rotated slowly, as if even time had stood still.

Zhong Meng suddenly interrupted, "Who exactly are you? Are you the source of the Dream Core?!"

The little girl turned to look at him, her smile fading, her voice low and somber: "I am the beginning of your dreams. Every dream is about finding the child who has returned home."

Zhong Meng was stunned and speechless for a moment.

Su Ting gazed intently at the little girl before him, who was exactly the same as the one in his memory, a complex emotion welling up in his eyes: "If you are my source, then... can I still return to reality? The dream has ended, where should I go?"

The little girl gently shook her head: "It's not that the dream has ended, it's that you're now standing at the end of the dream. What you need to do next is decide the new beginning of the dream."

She turned and walked toward the red diary deep inside the room.

"This book records the beginning and end of every dream you have, as well as the stories you've forgotten." She turned to the first page, and an image appeared on the paper—Su Ting as a child, hiding alone in a corner, clutching a rabbit doll with a broken ear.

Chapter 1178 A Dilapidated Clock Tower

“Your dreams were fragile,” the little girl said, pointing to the image. “You were afraid of the dark, afraid of loneliness, afraid that others wouldn’t love you. But have you ever thought about why you kept growing up in your dreams? Why you learned to fight, to make choices, and to lose in your dreams?”

Su Ting remained silent.

The little girl continued, "Dreams are not for escaping reality, but for preparing to face it. Every time you wake up from a dream, it's not to forget the dream, but to carry it with you into the next day."

She closed her diary, turned to look at Su Ting, her eyes serious:

"Su Ting, now you have a choice. Do you want to seal all your dreams behind this door, or—bring your dreams into reality and change your world?"

Su Ting took a deep breath and clenched his fists slightly.

“I want to… step into reality with my dreams,” he said softly.

The little girl smiled, her smile as radiant as a flower in early spring.

"Then, come with me."

She gently reached out her hand, and a soft light appeared in her palm.

Su Ting reached out and grasped it without hesitation.

The next instant, the room was suddenly filled with light, the stars reversed, and the bells rang.

Reality, the city of awakening dreams.

Amidst the ruins, a dilapidated clock tower stands alone.

The clock face was cracked, the crystal was dull and lifeless, and the surroundings were filled with the lingering scent of dreams.

Zhong Meng slowly opened her eyes, looking at the unfamiliar scenery around her with a blank expression.

"We...are back?" he murmured.

Just then, a familiar figure slowly stood up from the ruins in the distance.

Su Ting.

He was still wearing that worn-out trench coat, his hair was disheveled, but he had an unprecedented aura about him—calm, clear-headed, and no longer afraid.

He raised his head and looked at Zhong Meng, a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Do you still remember... the original intention of the dream?" he asked.

Zhong Meng frowned: "What original intention?"

Su Ting smiled slightly, offered no explanation, and simply walked slowly toward him.

Beneath his feet, circles of pale blue light appeared on the ground, like the veins of a dream slowly reviving.

“The dream is not the end,” Su Ting said softly, “but the beginning.”

He raised his hand, and a ray of light appeared in his palm, reflecting in Zhong Meng's eyes.

"We are about to begin... a new dream."

"Hey, Su Ting," Zhong Meng whispered to him, "What will the new dream be like?"

Su Ting stopped and turned to look at Zhong Meng, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"You'll know when you wake up."

"What did you say?" Zhong Meng was about to ask again when she suddenly felt a sense of weightlessness, as if she were being swallowed up by the waves of a dream.

Amidst the ruins of the clock tower, a familiar young woman's figure slowly walked towards them.