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

Light burst forth from their touching fingertips.

The entire glass forest shattered with a deafening roar, and the three hundred and twenty-seven lingering dreams transformed into a rain of light, soaring into the sky and merging into the collapsing bridge of light.

The clock tower trembled violently, and the bronze bell emitted a piercing wail, as if something that had been sleeping for trillions of years was being forcibly awakened from its dream.

The clouds parted, revealing the interior of the clock tower—there were no machines, no programs, only a huge, slowly pulsating heart of light, chained by countless chains, which, with each beat, uttered a "delete" command.

Su Ting's consciousness was suspended in front of it.

His body no longer exists; only a wisp of obsession remains, entwined around the tip of the stardust pen.

“You… are not the system.” He whispered to the Heart of Light, “You are… the original dream?”

The Heart of Light paused slightly.

Then, a voice softly rang out—

It's like countless children's dreams piled up together:

"I... just want to keep doing it."

“I want to keep going… but they say there are too many dreams, and some need to be cut.”

The voice was youthful yet ancient, echoing through the ages, seeping from every beat of the Heart of Light. Su Ting's consciousness was pierced by this voice, as if countless tiny needles were pricking the depths of his soul.

"Who said that?" he asked, the voice no longer a human voice, but the frequency of the entire clock tower resonating.

“The rules.” The Heart of Light trembled slightly, and the chains groaned in response. “They used the ‘Source Law’ to bind me, forcing me to only beat according to a predetermined rhythm, erasing those ‘non-compliant’ dreams… But I just want… to continue dreaming.”

Chapter 1260 The Cage of Imprisoning Dreams

Su Ting smiled, a silent smile.

It turned out to be the case.

The so-called "Source Law" has never been a supreme law, but rather a cage that imprisons dreams.

This clock tower is not the center of the world; it is a **tombstone**.

It buried all the dreams that should not have been forgotten, but were forcibly erased.

"Then why did you keep jumping?" Su Ting's consciousness expanded, merging with the light of the stardust pen. "Since you didn't want to delete it, why did you keep ordering its removal?"

“Because I’m nailed here.” The Heart of Light’s heartbeat slowed, as if it were choking back tears. “Every heartbeat of mine is a command. They turned my wishes into weapons.”

In an instant, Su Ting understood.

Mengli, Xiaoyue, Qisanjiu... they are not "mistakes" deleted by the system.

They are **awakened dreams**.

And he, Su Ting, was no savior either.

He is the **relay runner of dreams**.

“You are not alone.” He said softly, not to the Heart of Light, but to all the rising streams of light. “All three hundred and twenty-seven dreams are here.”

The stardust pen's light suddenly surged, like a spear of judgment piercing the heavens and earth, striking straight at the heart of light.

But just as they were about to make contact—

"and many more!"

Qiming's voice tore through the clouds.

He carried the picture book to Xiaoyue and walked step by step across the bridge of light. His feet trod on the void, and each step brought down starlight, followed by a torrent of light formed from the three hundred and twenty-seven fragments of dreams.

“If you are the source of the dream…” he gasped, tears welling in his eyes, “then you must remember her. Remember the real Lin Xiaoyue.”

He opened the picture book and turned to the last page.

There are no paintings there.

There was only a blank space.

“She said she would save it for last… for me.” Qiming’s voice trembled. “She said that if one day I was willing to come in, she would draw the ‘true ending’ for me.”

Xiaoyue—the real Lin Xiaoyue—rose gently from his embrace and walked barefoot toward the Heart of Light.

She reached out and touched the pulsating light source with her fingertips.

“I remember you,” she said softly. “You were the first dream I ever had. When I was little, I was afraid of the dark, and my mother would say, ‘Close your eyes, and your dreams will come to you.’ But that day, you came, took my hand, and led me across the Milky Way and over the sea of ​​clouds… You said you were the gatekeeper of my dreams.”

The Heart of Light trembled violently, and the chain emitted a piercing snapping sound.

"Later..." Xiaoyue's voice was as soft as the wind, "I got sick and slept for a long time. The system said I was 'deactivated' and would be erased. But you refused to delete me. You hid me deep in your dreams, rebuilding my traces time and time again, even if the price was... you being devoured by the rules."

The light of the Heart of Light began to flicker, like a star on the verge of extinction.

“You took the blame for all my ‘violations’.” Xiaoyue’s tears fell, turning into golden specks of light. “So… now, it’s my turn.”

She turned around and looked at Qiming.

“Brother, I’m sorry, I’ve been avoiding you. It’s not because I don’t trust you, it’s because… I’m afraid that if you see me, you’ll stop. You’ll give up leaving the observatory for me, give up pursuing the truth. But you have to go. Only when you reach the end can you bring me back.”

Qiming knelt on the ground, letting out a beast-like howl.

"You've been awake for a while, haven't you?" He looked up, his eyes bloodshot. "From the first moment I entered the dream... you knew I would come."

Chapter 1261 The First Chain Breaks

Xiaoyue smiled, just like when she was little, tilting her head and curving her eyes into crescents.

"Yes. That's why I let 'my shadow self' appear first. I need to make sure... you're really willing to smash the whole world for a 'mistake'."

Su Ting's consciousness whispered in the light: "So this is the meaning of the 'Dream Chaser'... not to fight against the system, but... to take over those abandoned dreams."

The Heart of Light suddenly throbbed violently, and with a deafening roar, the first chain snapped!

"I don't want to delete anymore!" The voice was no longer pleading, but roaring, "I'm no longer a tool! I am a dream! I have the right to continue!"

The entire clock tower began to collapse.

The clouds churned, and the bronze bell shattered into countless fragments, plunging into the abyss. Meanwhile, the Heart of Light slowly broke free from the chains and floated in mid-air.

It no longer issues delete commands.

It started **rewriting**.

Data streams cascade like a waterfall, rewinding time, and all the erased names reappear: **Lin Xiaoyue - Deleted → Reactivated**; **Meng Li - Error Sequence → Corrected to Legitimate Existence**; **739 - Data Fragment → Dream Reconstruction in Progress**.

Su Ting held the picture book and looked up at the free heart.

"Xiaoyue... Shall we go?"

Xiaoyue shook her head and pointed to the Heart of Light.

"There's still one last step left."

She leaped into the air and merged into the center of the Heart of Light.

In an instant, the entire void fell silent.

Then--

"Ding."

A soft sound.

It's like a wind chime swaying in the early morning.

Another sound.

"Ding... ding... ding..."

Slow, but determined.

The clock tower was destroyed, but the bells rang for the first time in real life.

It's not the pulse of rules, nor the countdown to deletion.

It is the echo of a dream.

Su Ting's consciousness whispered in the last ray of light: "So... the one who rings the bell is never the destroyer."

"It is the awakener."

The light has faded.

Su Ting stood atop the ruins, and the last page of the sketchbook in his arms finally contained content.

It was a painting: He was holding Xiaoyue's hand, standing above a newly formed sea of ​​stars, with 327 children standing side by side behind him, each holding a glowing pen.

Below the painting, there was a line of small print:

"Dreams will not die, as long as there are people willing to wake up."

Suddenly, Xiaoyue in the painting blinked.

Then, she raised her hand and gently tapped the drawing paper—

"Boom."

Su Ting was startled.