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

"At least, less pain," the Dream Cutter said calmly.

Mengli smiled, a poignant smile.

"But do you know what? Every time I die, Su Ting goes mad once. But every time he comes back after going mad, he comes to find me with even greater determination. **Pain confirms to us—we truly lived.**"

She grasped Su Ting's hand: "So, don't say delete them. We're going to take them with us—with the scars, with the regrets, with all the nights we cried."

The Dream Cutter watched them quietly for a long time, then finally chuckled softly.

“Madmen.” He shook his head. “You two are completely insane.”

He suddenly raised his hand and kicked the projector over.

The film was scattered all over the ground, and the light and shadow went out.

"Never mind." He clapped his hands. "Well, it's better to leave some surprises in the story."

He turned and walked toward another path hidden in the mist.

Before leaving, he turned back and smiled.

“If the new world needs an editor… remember to contact me. But—” he winked, “**Don’t expect me to go easy on you.**”

The wind rises again.

Su Ting and Meng Li exchanged a glance and smiled.

Chapter 1232 Flowing Silver Sand

They turned around and faced the pure white door again.

Their hands were clasped tightly together.

"Ready?" Su Ting asked.

Mengli took a deep breath, her smile as bright as the early spring sunshine.

"What do you say?"

Before she finished speaking, her fingertips had already touched the door.

In an instant, the entire world seemed to freeze, as if it were breathing. The pure white door did not open, but instead **melted**—like a snowflake falling into the heart of a lake, the ripples spreading and silently engulfing them.

Light is everywhere.

Su Ting opened his eyes. Beneath his feet lay a flowing expanse of silver sand, each grain reflecting the flickering sparks of starlight. Above him was no sky, only countless tiny points of light slowly descending, like an unnamed dream taking shape from the void.

"This is..." Mengli murmured, "a world without rules?"

“It is ‘undefined’,” Su Ting said in a low voice, the dream core in his heart trembling slightly, as if resonating with this space. “There is no time, no gravity, and even ‘existence’ needs to be named by us.”

Mengli blinked, then suddenly jumped forward—she didn't fall, but instead floated up lightly, like a petal blown by the wind.

"Hey!" She laughed as she rolled over, arms outstretched. "I just... **thought I could fly**, and then I flew!"

Su Ting smiled and took a step forward. The ground stretched out beneath his feet, and the silver sand gathered into lines, outlining a winding path.

“Here, the thought is the law,” he said. “What you believe becomes what you become.”

Mengli blinked, then suddenly grinned mischievously: "What if I... want you to fall flat on your face?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ting slipped and fell forward—but just as he was about to hit his face, he suddenly stopped, hovering in the air with a helpless expression.

"You really want to?" he said with a laugh.

"Give it a try." Mengli floated in front of him, blinking her innocent eyes. "What if everyone in the new world can have their wishes fulfilled? You can't always be as steady as Mount Tai, that would be so boring."

Su Ting reached out and gently flicked the tip of her nose: "Then you'll have to bear the consequences—for example..."

His eyes flickered slightly, and he whispered, "**I want you to kiss me now.**"

The next second, Mengli was pulled closer by an invisible force, and her lips unexpectedly collided with his.

She stared wide-eyed, then closed them after a moment, her response burning hot.

After a long while, when they parted, her face was flushed, but she still stubbornly raised her chin: "This...this isn't a foul! You're exploiting a system loophole!"

“But there’s no system here,” Su Ting chuckled. “There’s only us.”

Mengli paused, then looked down at the two shadows reflected in the silver sand at her feet—they were no longer separate outlines, but slowly intertwined, entwining into the shadow of a budding tree.

“Su Ting…” her voice softened, “You said, if we plant dream cores, everyone could dream freely, love freely like this… wouldn’t the boundary between ‘reality’ and ‘dream’ disappear?”

"So what?" Su Ting held her hand. "When a dream is real enough, it is no longer a dream. When a person dares to die for a dream, dares to go crazy for a dream, dares to wait for seven hundred reincarnations for a dream—that dream is his only reality."

He raised his hand, and the dream core in his palm slowly rose, spinning and scattering stardust.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

Mengli took a deep breath and gently touched the crystal seed with her fingertips.

"bring it on."

The two closed their eyes at the same time, silently reciting in their hearts—

**"Let there be light."**

boom--.

Chapter 1233 The Library in My Dream

A silent tremor spread out from them. Silver sand surged, rising and falling like a tsunami, transforming into the rudiments of mountains, rivers, and forests. In the sky, points of light coalesced into stars, arranging themselves into constellations, as if responding to some ancient language.

A city rises from the ground in the distance—not from steel and concrete, but from countless fragments of dreams: a candy house in a child's dream, a library in a poet's dream, and a peace square in a veteran's dream that never ends.

"It's growing..." Mengli opened her eyes and whispered in shock, "Because someone is dreaming about it?"

“Yes.” Su Ting gazed into the distance. “As long as there are still people who close their eyes and harbor the thought, ‘If only…,’ the new world will continue to expand.”

Suddenly, the dream core trembled violently.

Su Ting frowned: "No... this is too smooth."

Before the words were even finished, the earth trembled violently.

In the distance, on the edge of that newly formed city, a dark crack appeared in the ground, from which thick shadows surged forth—not physical entities, but distorted, struggling remnants of dreams, like aggregates of negative emotions abandoned by the system: fear, jealousy, regret, despair…

They roared, without making a sound, yet the temperature in the entire space plummeted.

"This is... the 'Dark Dreams' that have been suppressed by the system for too long?" Mengli took a half step back. "They've awakened too?"

Su Ting's eyes darkened: "They've always been there. We've awakened the dream, which is equivalent to unlocking the shackles—not just the beautiful dreams, but also the hidden pain."

The shadows spread rapidly, and wherever they passed, newly formed mountains began to collapse, stars went out, and cities were stained gray and black.

“If we let them spread… the new world will be dragged back into chaos.” Mengli gritted her teeth. “But we can’t… erase them either.”

“Of course not.” Su Ting sneered. “They are also part of the dream. It’s just that—they need to be seen and heard, not sealed away.”

He suddenly raised his hand, and the Dream Core burst forth with intense golden light, transforming into a pillar of light that shot straight into the sky.

Immediately afterwards, he opened his arms, and his voice resounded through the void:

"All lost dreams—listen to me!"

The space trembles.

The clusters of shadows stopped, slowly coalescing until they formed a gigantic shadowy face pieced together from countless human faces, its empty eye sockets staring at them.

“You…shouldn’t have come.” The shadows whispered, their voices like a thousand people singing together. “We are the ‘impossible’ dream, the ‘loser’s’ obsession, the ‘past’ that should have been let go. You gave us hope, but we…only remember the pain.”

Mengli stepped forward and looked directly into that face.

"Then let me ask you—why are you still here?"

The shadows are silent.

“You’re still here because you still want to believe one more time.” Her voice was soft yet firm. “You’re still here because even knowing it will hurt, you’re unwilling to close your eyes completely. You’re not ‘Dark Dream,’ you are **a dream that refuses to give up.**”

She stretched out her hand, and in her palm appeared the memories of her 723 reincarnations with Su Ting: she died time and time again, he went mad time and time again, and returned time and time again.

“Look at us,” she said. “We are not a perfect dream. We have regrets, tears, and countless moments when we wanted to give up. But it is precisely because we have fallen that we understand the weight of getting back up.”

The shadows trembled.

Faces began to change—a teenager dreamed of standing on the podium, only to be expelled from school in reality; a woman dreamed of reuniting with her deceased husband, waking up with tears wetting her pillow; an elderly person dreamed of the unspoken confession from their youth, still murmuring it on their deathbed…

Chapter 1234 You No Longer Need to Hide

Their dream was never realized. But they never truly gave up.

Su Ting slowly raised his hand, and the dream core glowed again. This time, it was not to dispel, but to **embrace**.

“Come,” he said, “join the new world. Not as a shadow, but as part of reality. You can grieve, you can fail, you can feel pain—but you no longer have to hide. Because here, dreams no longer need to be perfect to be allowed to exist.”

Light surged toward the shadows like a tide.

They were neither eliminated nor suppressed.

Only **acceptance**.

The shadows began to dissipate, transforming into glimmers of light that merged into the new world. A bridge slowly took shape in the void, woven from tears and hope, spanning the chasm and connecting light and darkness.