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

"Did you bring him back to reality?" she asked softly.

Su Ting nodded: "He still has things to do."

The girl was silent for a moment, then whispered, "So...where are you going next?"

Su Ting looked at the horizon, where stars could be faintly seen moving behind the clouds, as if another world was awakening.

He spoke softly:

"I want to find the owners of other dreams."

“They’re still dreaming.” Su Ting’s voice was low but firm. “Every dream should have someone wake up.”

The girl stood quietly, the wind blowing through her hair. Her familiar face, forever frozen in childhood, gazed up at the horizon, as if recalling those forgotten nights.

"Do you remember the first time you dreamed of me?" she suddenly asked.

Su Ting nodded: "When I was six, a fire burned down our house. That night, I huddled in the hospital corridor, cold and scared. You sat next to me and handed me a piece of melted candy."

Chapter 1179 The Last Bit of Sweetness

"Actually, that's where your dream began," the girl smiled. "That candy was the last bit of sweetness in your heart. Later, you grew up, the candy was gone, and the dream changed too."

Su Ting was silent for a moment, then asked in a low voice, "Do you remember the origins of my other dreams?"

The girl blinked, raised her fingertip, and a pale golden light rose from her palm, transforming into countless tiny points of light that spun and leaped in the air, eventually converging into a faint map-like image.

“Every dream has its ‘anchor point’,” she said slowly. “That is the place where an individual’s memory is deepest, and where the dream’s energy is strongest. Only when the dreamer personally sets foot there can the sleeping soul be awakened.”

Su Ting gazed at the painting and said softly, "This painting seems to have been drawn directly from the core of a dream."

“That’s true.” The girl chuckled. “The dream core is alive; it remembers every dreamer’s breath, heartbeat, fears, and desires. It’s just that many people… have long forgotten their own dreams.”

Su Ting looked up at the girl, a complex expression on his face: "You've been in my dreams all this time, is it because I left you in my dreams?"

The girl gently shook her head: "I've been in my dreams because you can no longer accommodate a dreaming version of yourself in reality."

She turned and walked deeper into the clock tower, her footsteps soft, leaving a faint trail on the broken ground.

Su Ting followed behind her.

Passing through the collapsed staircase and pushing aside a wall solidified by dream energy, they arrived at the deepest part of the clock tower—a circular room filled with starlight.

In the center of the room float seven crystals of different shapes, each containing a scene—seven different people, seven unfinished dreams.

"These... are dreams left behind by other people?" Su Ting asked.

"Yes." The girl nodded. "You're not the only one trapped in a dream."

She gently raised her hand, and a crystal slowly floated to Su Ting's front. In the shimmering light, a familiar figure appeared—a young man in a black suit, with sharp features, standing in the center of a frozen city.

"Lin Jin," Su Ting murmured his name.

“He was once the youngest researcher at ‘Shadow Dream Company,’ specializing in dream linking technology,” the girl said. “But he was too obsessed with using dreams to resurrect someone. As a result… he tore his own consciousness into pieces, one part remaining in the dream, while the other part remained unconscious in reality.”

Su Ting was silent for a moment, then asked, "Can he wake up?"

The girl looked at him: "What do you think?"

“He can,” Su Ting clenched his fist, “but he must first confront his own obsession.”

He reached out his hand, and the moment his palm touched the crystal, the light in the room suddenly dimmed, and a powerful dream energy burst forth from the crystal.

Lin Jin's figure began to twist, as if he were breaking free from the depths of a dream.

At the same time, the ruins outside the clock tower began to shake, and blurry buildings slowly rose from the cracks in the ground. The aura of dreams revived, and the edge where reality and dreams intersected began to crumble little by little.

“They’re waking up,” the girl whispered.

Su Ting raised his head, looking at the dream world that was gradually regaining its light, and said softly, "Our time is running out."

Just then, a series of hurried footsteps came from afar, and a figure stumbled into the clock tower—it was Zhong Meng.

Chapter 1180 What are you doing?

"Su Ting! I'm awake, but I'm back again..." Zhong Meng's voice was a little breathless, "What...what are you doing? Those dreams...you found their owners?"

Su Ting glanced at him and nodded: "Yes."

Zhong Meng looked at the seven crystals, her gaze complex: "You plan to wake them up one by one?"

“It’s not just about waking them up,” Su Ting said earnestly, “but about letting them find their way home themselves.”

Lin Jin's figure gradually stabilized. In the dream, he opened his eyes, his gaze cold and wary.

He stared at Su Ting: "Who are you?"

“The person you once dreamed of,” Su Ting said. “I am Su Ting.”

Lin Jin sneered: "Su Ting has been dead for a long time."

Su Ting did not refute, but slowly raised the Dream Qi Core in his hand.

“I’m not dead,” he said calmly. “It’s just… I’m willing to wake up.”

Lin Jin's eyes flickered, and his dream energy began to fluctuate.

At this moment, the girl gently approached Su Ting and whispered, "Who do you want to go to next?"

Su Ting remained silent for a few seconds, then a bitter smile appeared on his lips.

"What do you think?" He looked at the girl, his eyes shining. "Who else do you think I could remember?"

The girl smiled, her eyes gentle and tender.

“Your childhood sweetheart…” she said softly.

Su Ting's expression suddenly froze.

The next second, the crystal's light surged, and the dreamlike aura of the entire clock tower began to circulate.

At the end of that radiant light, a city that was both familiar and unfamiliar slowly emerged.

That was the city of my childhood.

The girl turned to look at Su Ting and said softly with a smile, "Look, your dream has returned."

She reached out her small hand and gently took his fingertips.

"bring it on."

Su Ting nodded slowly, and a beam of light appeared in his palm.

Deep within this dream, an unfinished childhood memory is quietly awakening.

A distant, melodious wind chime rang out, like someone calling out—

"Brother Su, you've finally... come back to find me."

The light and shadow of the clock tower swayed, and the dreamlike mist flowed in the air, tracing the trajectory of a galaxy. Lin Jin's figure slowly landed, his feet on the lingering shadow of a frost-covered ruin. He gazed at the reflection of his broken city, a complex emotion appearing in his eyes.

The girl's voice was as soft as a cicada's wing: "The city in my dreams can speak, and it can die. Lin Jin, can you hear it? It's still calling you home."

Lin Jin coldly looked around: "I... can't go back anymore."

“You just haven’t found your way back yet.” Su Ting walked slowly closer, his eyes firm. “I’ll take you home.”

"I don't need anyone to take me back." Lin Jin's voice was low, yet carried an indescribable weariness. "You are not him."

“I am indeed not him.” Su Ting nodded, “but I know he is the past you don’t want to face, the light in your dreams. And the light is something you created yourself.”

Lin Jin was stunned.

“You’re trying to resurrect that person using dreams,” the girl said softly. “You’ve forgotten that the real him is no longer waiting for you in your dreams.”

Lin Jin suddenly looked up, a flash of pain in his eyes.

The girl continued, "Dreams are a person's shadow, not a substitute. You think you're saving him, but you're just using dreams to escape reality."

"What do you know!" Lin Jin suddenly erupted, shattering the surrounding ice and whipping up snow. "Do you think I don't want to go back? Do you think I don't want to... wake up and face the fact that he's really dead?"

The wind outside the clock tower grew stronger, and the entire space trembled with the shock of emotions.

Chapter 1181 The City of Avalanches

"But...but I don't want to forget him."

Su Ting slowly stepped forward and gently placed his palm on Lin Jin's forehead: "Dreams won't make you forget; they just make you accept that he's gone. Accepting reality doesn't mean you've betrayed your memories."

A flicker of doubt finally appeared in Lin Jin's eyes.

“Come on,” Su Ting said softly, “You can’t save anyone in a dream. Only when you are awake can you truly live.”

Lin Jin gazed at the seven floating crystals, slowly reaching out to gently touch one of them. A stream of light from a dream instantly flooded his consciousness—it was a city experiencing an avalanche, an unfinished conversation, and a pair of hands reaching out to him, only to be released in the snowstorm.

Tears finally slid down his cheeks, turning into ice crystals that shattered into starlight in the light of the dream.

Lin Jin gently closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes, he looked at Su Ting, his voice low but calm: "I understand. Dreams are not about reviving the past, but about letting you see clearly who is still alive."

As soon as he finished speaking, the entire crystal shattered with a crash, and a beam of light descended from the sky. Lin Jin's body seemed to be pulled up by something, and he slowly rose up.