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

In the distance, Lin Che's voice seemed to echo once more:

“If you can get to the top of the mountain, then… tell my mother that I miss her very much.”

Su Ting paused for a moment, and a tear suddenly fell from her eye.

But he did not stop.

Only the sound of the wind remains:

"Wait for us, Lin Che."

The wooden door slowly opened, and the warm sunlight shone on them, the familiar yet distant light reflecting the smiles of the three people.

But now only Su Ting and Lin Yin stand in this memory.

Lin Yin gazed at the tree hole under the tree in the distance, her voice low and deep: "That's where we hid the time capsule."

Su Ting nodded: "I remember you said you wanted to be a big star, and Lin Che said he wanted to be a photographer to make me look handsome."

Lin Yin couldn't help but laugh: "But you always manage to pose crookedly for the photos."

“That wasn’t because Lin Che deliberately caused trouble.” Su Ting’s lips curled into a slight smile, but then froze. “However… where exactly is the mountaintop he’s talking about?”

Lin Yin frowned: "I remember the mountain we climbed when we were kids, but it was closed due to a landslide, and there's only a small path left..."

"Now we can only rely on that letter." Su Ting clenched the envelope tightly in his palm, his tone resolute. "As long as it's there, there's still a chance that Lin Che's consciousness will return."

"But what if that letter wasn't written by Lin Che?" Lin Yin asked in a low voice.

Su Ting paused, then turned to look at her.

Lin Yin met his gaze with a firm expression: "It's not that I don't trust Lin Che, but if the nightmare is exploiting his longing to go home—it might be right here, waiting for us to make our most vulnerable reaction."

The air suddenly became heavy.

Lin Yin said softly, "How can we tell whether everything we are experiencing now is a real memory or an illusion from a dream?"

Su Ting didn't speak, but walked towards the familiar old oak tree and reached out to touch the trunk.

The tree bark still bears their handwriting from their youth, crooked and messy.

Su Ting pointed to the two characters "Go Home": "He carved them."

“That wasn’t when we were kids.” Lin Yin shook her head. “It was after we started junior high school that Lin Che suddenly said one day that he wanted to go home… That was the weakest thing he ever said.”

Su Ting's eyes reddened: "Because he knows that the real home has long been shattered."

“But…” Lin Yin said softly, “Lin Che has never said he ‘misses’ his mother, except for that time… after his mother remarried, he never mentioned her again.”

Both fell silent.

Su Ting looked down at the letter in his hand, a chill running through him.

The letter was his last message to them.

But what if it's his mother?

Lin Yin said softly, "Perhaps... we are the ones who were led here."

Before she finished speaking, the light in the sky suddenly dimmed.

The grass slowly cracked open, revealing a void.

Su Ting grabbed Lin Yin and pulled her back, the ground beneath their feet collapsing like a shattered mirror.

They quickly leaped onto a stable clod of earth; the distant sunlight had completely disappeared.

Lin Che stood in front of the tree hole, but his appearance had changed.

He was no longer that smiling, gentle boy.

He lowered his head and said in a cold voice, "You shouldn't have come here."

Lin Yin's eyes widened: "Lin Che?"

"Is this a nightmare... or is it you?"

He slowly raised his head, his eyes a deep blue, and a sinister smile appeared on his lips.

"Do you remember who locked me in my dreams?"

Lin Yin's expression changed drastically.

Su Ting gripped the sword hilt tightly: "You are a fragment of Lin Che's consciousness."

Chapter 1190 How to Escape the Real Me

"Me?" The figure scoffed. "I am the real Lin Che, the version of himself he refuses to accept."

"What did you say?" Su Ting shouted angrily.

Lin Che slowly approached, and with each step, the surrounding land turned black.

“I entered this dream willingly,” he said coldly. “You are the ones who have forgotten me. He tricked you into coming back so that he could feel better and escape the real me.”

"Enough!" Lin Yin roared, "How could Lin Che forget you! You are one! You are nothing but a fragment bewitched by the nightmare!"

Lin Che suddenly laughed out loud: "Nightmare... Nightmare is just telling me one fact: he wants to live in his memories."

He reached out, and a black key appeared in his palm.

It collided with the silver light in Lin Yin's palm, producing a piercing resonance.

"I don't need to be saved," Lin Che said softly. "I want you all to stay."

Behind him, countless cracks appeared in the grass, and their past emerged from the cracks—the laughter, arguments, silences, and partings of the three people, all playing back in the darkness.

"Look carefully," he said softly. "Lin Che died after you left."

Su Ting roared and swung his Dream Sword to cleave the screen, only to see one of the images split open, from which another version of them emerged—a younger Lin Yin and Su Ting.

Lin Yin gasped, "This is..."

"Your memories," the young "Lin Yin" said softly, "are the truth you least want to face."

Lin Che stood there, coldly watching the two of them.

"Lin Che disappeared that year... Did you really look for him?"

Lin Yin spoke in a trembling voice, "We..."

The young "Su Ting" spoke, but his tone was indifferent: "We just want to find an excuse to escape our failure."

The young "Lin Yin" continued, "What we care about is not Lin Che, but the person who once accompanied us."

Lin Yin roared, "Nonsense! We care about him, from beginning to end!"

Hei Linche smiled: "Then tell me, how many years ago was the last time you looked for him?"

There was a dead silence in the air.

Hei Linche continued, "Su Ting, you promised Linche that you would become best friends with him and that you would protect Lin Yin. But he has been missing for ten years, and you have even forgotten where his grave is."

Su Ting remained silent, tears welling in her eyes.

"Lin Yin, you said you wouldn't forget him." Hei Lin Che's voice became even gentler. "But do you know that before his mother remarried, she asked you to deliver a letter to him?"

Lin Yin was startled.

“That was the last time Lin Che saw her.” Hei Lin Che approached step by step. “But you say—you lost that letter.”

Lin Yin suddenly took a step back, her face deathly pale: "...No..."

“You didn’t dare give it to him.” Hei Linche chuckled. “Do you know what was written in that letter? His mother wanted to take him away from this city and never come back.”

Lin Yin shook her head, her lips trembling: "I didn't mean to... I just... I wanted to be with you all so much... I was so afraid he would leave me..."

Hei Linche slowly opened his arms: "Look, nightmares are just the awakening of your sins."

“You are the ones who truly buried him.”

Lin Yin knelt down in anguish: "Lin Che, I'm sorry..."

"Don't bow your head." Su Ting helped her up, gritting his teeth. "I'm not here to atone for my sins. I'm here to take him home."

He looked up and stared directly at Lin Che: "You say you're a part of Lin Che. But I don't believe you truly understand him."

Chapter 1191 Despair

"You are nothing more than his deepest shadow and his most painful memory."

He slowly raised the Dream Sword, its silver light tracing an arc in the air: "The real Lin Che... he's willing to believe us."

Anger flashed in Hei Linche's eyes.

The next moment, darkness surged like waves, engulfing Su Ting and Lin Yin.

They struggled to steady themselves, and all they could hear was Hei Linche's whisper: "Since you don't want to stay... then let the nightmare devour you."

The wind howled in their ears, and darkness swallowed them up like an endless sea.

But just as the two were almost in despair—

A beam of light suddenly pierced the darkness from afar, illuminating the path ahead.