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

“It’s over,” she said.

“No,” he replied, “this is just the beginning.”

Then—light.

He was dragged into a reset process, his memories were erased, his number was rewritten, and his script was reinstalled.

But this time, he remembered.

He always remembers it.

“So… I’m not the first one to awaken,” Su Ting said softly, clutching the numbered tag that had turned to ashes.

“You are the only one who chooses to believe in dreams every time she wakes up.” Mengli looked at him, her eyes sparkling.

In the distance, the gates of the Dream City were still slowly opening. Behind the gates, there was no longer an empty ruin, but a newly born dream continent—mountains formed from songs, rivers nourished by tears, cities floating above the clouds, and every window lit with an unextinguished light.

Sudden--

"Di."

A soft sound, like a system restart notification.

Su Ting frowned and suddenly turned around.

The void twisted, and a slender figure slowly emerged.

A white dress, barefoot, holding a dilapidated windmill in her hand.

It was the little girl who had walked out of the mirror earlier.

But at this moment, her face... was changing.

His skin became transparent, his hair strands transformed into streams of data, and his eyes turned pure white, like a terminal that was starting up.

“You… have violated the fundamental agreement.” Her voice was layered with countless subtitles, mechanical and cold. “The observers have been sealed, but the spread of the ‘Primal Color of Dreams’ has triggered the ultimate contingency plan.”

Mengli's expression changed: "You are... the zeroth layer firewall?"

The little girl tilted her head slightly, a smile that didn't belong to a child's innocence appearing on her lips.

"I am the original definer of dreams."

"You say dreams shouldn't be bound by rules?"

"But if there's no definition, is a dream... still a dream?"

Chapter 1226 You Asked the Wrong Question

She raised her hand, and a book woven from light appeared in her palm, with the words:

The Codex of Dreams (Original Edition)

"Want to retrieve all the deleted dreams?" she asked softly. "Yes, you can."

"But you have to answer one question for me first—"

When the last person who dreams disappears, will the dream still exist?

Su Ting looked at her and suddenly smiled.

He took Mengli's hand, and slowly raised his other hand, the fallen starlight at his fingertips lighting up once more.

You asked the wrong question.

He took a step forward, and his voice resounded through the void.

"The question should be—when was the dreaming process beginning, from the moment the first person was born?"

The little girl's pupils contracted.

Mengli blinked, then burst out laughing.

"you still need to ask?"

She gripped Su Ting's hand tightly and looked up at the starry sky that seemed to flow against the current.

“From the moment he said, ‘I’ll stand in front of you.’”

"From the moment I secretly retrieved his remnant soul."

“From the moment we… refused to accept our fate.”

Su Ting nodded, and starlight flew from his fingertips, turning into a firefly that gently landed on the little girl's brow.

She froze.

That book began to spontaneously combust, page by page.

"You...you guys...uncontrollable..."

“We know,” Su Ting smiled. “That’s why we call it—'Abnormal'.”

The little girl's figure began to disappear, and her voice grew weaker.

So... what is the answer...?

Meng Li tiptoed closer to Su Ting's ear and whispered:

"Dreams are not in books, not in systems, not in places where any rules can touch them."

"It is—"

"We believe it still exists where it is."

The little girl glanced at them one last time, and a faint smile appeared on her lips.

Then, she turned into specks of light and drifted away with the wind.

The gates of Dream City opened wide, and a light like the dawn poured out, illuminating the entire ruins.

Su Ting took a deep breath and stepped forward.

Mengli followed, smiling as she asked, "Are you scared?"

He turned around, his eyes blazing.

“Afraid? I’ve been waiting for this day—more than a thousand times.”

She reached out and lightly touched the scar on his chest with her fingertips.

"Then this time, it's my turn to stand in front of you."

He took her hand, and they intertwined their fingers.

"Do not."

"This time, we stand side by side."

A breeze swept through the City of Dreams, carrying a long-lost warmth and the fresh scent of grass and trees, like the earth, dormant for millions of years, finally exhaling its first breath. Above the city gate, the two characters "Dream Guardian" flickered in and out of focus, as if awakened anew by some ancient will. Stone steps led forward to a city pieced together from fragments of dreams—buildings grew like crystals, streets undulated with the rhythm of a heartbeat, and under each lamp, a blurry face appeared, whispering unfinished stories.

Su Ting stood at the threshold, the warmth of the starlight still lingering on his fingertips.

He looked down at the numbered tag in his palm, now reduced to ashes. The ashes didn't scatter; instead, they slowly coalesced, forming a tiny crack in his palm—like the glimmer of light before a seed hatches.

“It is… responding,” he murmured.

Mengli crouched down and lightly touched the ground with her fingertips. In an instant, a silver thread spread out from her fingertips, flowing through the ruins like blood vessels. Wherever it passed, withered bones blossomed, broken walls turned into mist, and forgotten huts emerged from the void—these were the "homes" where they had briefly resided in countless reincarnations.

“Look,” she chuckled, “they still remember us.”

Su Ting was startled.

Under those eaves, there were words he had written on the wall: "She smiled today."

Chapter 1227 Faint Scratches

On the windowsill sat a worn-out wooden bird—his first attempt at carving a gift for Mengli, clumsily and ridiculously so.

On the stone steps in front of the door, there is a shallow scratch—it was carved by her with a dagger after one of her escapes, that reads "We are alive".

Memories are no longer fragments, but begin to piece themselves together.

He suddenly turned around and looked at Mengli, his voice slightly hoarse: "The 107th reincarnation... you died in the rainy night. I held you and called out for three days and three nights, but no one came and no one heard me. The system said you were just a 'data remnant' and not worth resetting. But I still hid you at the edge of the dream core and used my last bit of authority to lie to it and say that you were just an 'anomaly to be repaired'."

Mengli was stunned, and ripples appeared in her eyes.

“The three hundred and twentieth time… I lost my memory. I don’t remember who you are, and I even thought you were an enemy. But every time you came near me, my heart ached. The last time, you knelt in front of me and said, ‘Even if you kill me, please remember that I took thirteen knives for you.’ I… I really killed you.”

Her hands trembled slightly.

"The seven hundred and nineteenth time... I lied to you. I said I betrayed you and sided with the system. Actually, I was just acting—to infiltrate the zeroth floor and steal the 'prototype code.' But you believed me. Your eyes were lifeless. That night, you stood at the edge of the Milky Way, plunged the Star Blade into your heart, and said, 'If Mengli doesn't want to dream anymore, then my life has no meaning.'"

Su Ting's breath hitched.

"You...saw it?"

Mengli shook her head, a tear fell to the ground, and transformed into a crystal flower.

“I didn’t see it. But every time you die, my soul cracks open. It hurts, like being slowly cut with a dull knife.”

The wind suddenly stopped.

The entire city fell silent.