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

Su Ting was also stunned.

Nightmare whispered, "You think you're saving him... but you're just running away from that sin."

Su Ting's voice was low but steady: "I will not waver."

He took a step forward, facing the nightmare directly: "You are just a memory I once dared not confront."

"But I'm telling you, this time, I'm really going home."

Nightmare's lips curled slightly upwards, and black light and shadow spread around him.

"Alright, let's take a look..."

"Who is the real you?"

He raised the black key, and instantly, the entire mountaintop was engulfed in a mirage-like vortex.

Lin Yin exclaimed in surprise, "Su Ting!"

The nightmare's voice echoed in all directions: "Come, Su Ting, be with me, and live forever in dreams."

Amidst the interplay of light and shadow, Su Ting's figure was gradually drawn into the heart of the dream.

Lin Yin and Su Ting were also pushed off balance by the fluctuations of the dream, and almost fell.

Su Ting gritted his teeth and shouted, "Su Ting! Don't listen to him! You said you wanted us to tell you the way forward in person—"

"Then you have to give me a chance to answer!"

The nightmare's voice was cold and merciless: "Now—choose!"

Three beams of light descended from the sky—silver, black, and white—intertwining in mid-air.

That is--

**Dream Key, Black Key, and... a brand new golden key.**

Su Ting looked up at the golden key.

He spoke softly, "I choose...—"

Just then, Lin Yin suddenly shouted:

“Su Ting! You said you wanted to go home! But our home… has never been just a house or a mountain, it's every single moment the three of us spent together! So now you… are telling me—you want to be with us, right?”

Nightmare interrupted her with a cold laugh: "He doesn't even dare to face who he is, so how can he tell you what he wants?"

Su Ting remained silent.

He simply walked step by step toward the point where the three beams of light converged.

Three keys—silver, black, and gold—floated before him, resonating at different frequencies.

He reached out his hand—

Just as I was about to grasp one of them—

Suddenly, a familiar light flashed in his eyes, and he asked softly:

"Lin Yin, do you still remember that piece of paper you wrote when you were little?"

"...What kind of paper?"

Su Ting smiled familiarly: "You wrote a sentence in that time capsule—"

“Su Ting, when you become a photographer, I want to become a big star, and Su Ting will become a producer—we’ll travel the world together.”

Lin Yin was suddenly stunned, her eyes welling up with tears.

The nightmare let out an angry roar, and the entire space trembled.

Su Ting looked at her, his eyes gentle yet firm:

"You said—our home, a place where we are together."

So... I'm going home.

He finally reached out and grasped the golden key.

In an instant—the world spun around.

The entire nightmare space collapsed with a deafening roar.

Su Ting stood at the eye of the storm, his voice carried by the wind, piercing through everything—

"I am back."

At that moment, Su Ting suddenly looked up at the darkness beyond the distant mountain peaks, his pupils shrinking.

His voice trembled slightly: "Su Ting...look over there...what's that?"

Everyone turned back.

At the end of the golden key's light, a tall figure stood silently.

He wore a cloak, carried a long spear, and had a deep, thoughtful look in his eyes.

He looked at them, a slow smile playing on his lips, and said softly—

Welcome to the deepest part of the dream.

"You...you've finally arrived."

Chapter 1194 An Unfamiliar Melody

Lin Yin's heart skipped a beat.

She instinctively took a step back, her voice rising slightly with nervousness: "Who are you?"

The person stood at the boundary where darkness and light intersected, as if emerging from the void. Each step they took carried a strange rhythm, like an ancient and unfamiliar melody.

He smiled slightly, his gaze sweeping over the three of them, but lingering on Su Ting the longest.

"You...shouldn't have come back."

Su Ting slowly raised the hand holding the golden key, his eyes as firm as ever.

"You're wrong." He smiled faintly. "I'm... going home."

"Go home?" the man repeated softly, seemingly amused. "Su Ting, what do you think 'home' is? Is it a warm fireplace? Or a door waiting for your return?"

He took a step closer, his voice low: "You've traversed darkness, passed through dreams, and even defeated your own shadow. But you've forgotten that the true entrance to dreams is never the key you hold."

Lin Yin gripped Su Ting's wrist nervously, her voice trembling: "Su Ting, what do you think of this person?"

Su Ting's expression was solemn, his eyes fixed on the corner of a weapon that was vaguely visible under the man's cloak.

He spoke, his voice hoarse: "I... don't recognize him, but I know... he's not a nightmare."

"He... is the **true gatekeeper**."

The man laughed loudly, his voice causing the remaining patches of light on the mountaintop to tremble slightly.

“Gatekeeper?” he scoffed. “I am nothing but someone abandoned in the deepest part of the dream. You… are just children who have strayed into this place.”

Su Ting frowned: "Who are you?"

The man sighed softly, as if recalling some long-forgotten past.

“My name…” He slowly raised his hand, his cloak billowing in the wind to reveal an ancient yet sharp spear, “Lin Yin.”

Su Ting froze, his pupils shrinking slightly.

"Lin...Yin?"

"You... also have the surname Lin?"

The man looked at him, a dark and unfathomable emotion flashing in his eyes: "You think you're just a lost soul who's stumbled into a dream?"

“No.” A slow smile played on his lips. “You are the Child of Dreams. And I… was the first person to enter the Dream.”

A deathly silence fell over the air.

The wind stopped, the light went out, and even the golden key seemed to lose its warmth at that moment.

Su Ting murmured, "Child of dreams...?"

"What do you mean?" Su Ting frowned. "Su Ting... are you some kind of special being?"

“I don’t know either,” Su Ting said in a low voice, but his voice remained calm. “But from this moment on, I want to hear what he has to say.”

The man nodded, slowly raised his spear, and drew a silver rune in the air.

"Then listen carefully, Su Ting."

"The dream is not your escape. You were not brought here by chance. You... were chosen."

"Why was it selected?"

"Because you are the only key that can end the dream."

Su Ting was stunned.

"Dreams... are not the fantasy world you perceive them to be. They are a vast space of consciousness, a collection of countless people's inner desires, pains, regrets, and remorse. Every time you enter a dream, you are not searching for your own dream... you are trying to awaken the **sealed truth** deep within this dream realm."

Lin Yin couldn't help but interject, "You said Su Ting is the key? Then everything we went through before... could it be... also something you orchestrated?"