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

Su Ting turned around abruptly: "What did you say?"

Xiaoyue raised her head, her eyes clear: "My body... is indeed very weak. But every day in my dreams, I've learned to endure. I know I'll feel pain, I'll get tired, and one day I won't be able to open my eyes anymore. But I also know that if I don't wake up, you'll never stop looking for me."

She paused, a stubborn smile playing on her lips: "So this time, I won't sleep anymore. Even if it's just for one day, I want to stand in the real sunlight, stepping on real sand—with you."

Ash frowned slightly: "You knew the consequences?"

“I know,” Xiaoyue nodded. “But my brother dreamed about me, right? That dream wasn’t a program, it wasn’t code, it was me in his heart. As long as he remembers me, I’m alive.”

Su Ting suddenly smiled, tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.

He slowly took out the stardust pen from his pocket—the pen body was cracked, and particles of light spilled out from the cracks, like dying fireflies.

“Su Ting told me that this pen can rewrite the rules of dreams.” He looked up, staring directly at the ashes. “You say you are the gatekeeper, then I ask you—who set the gate? Who drew the boundaries? Why should we stop just because you say 'no'?”

“You’re insane,” Ash whispered. “Forcibly materializing will trigger dimensional resonance. At best, it will cause memories to crumble; at worst, both of their consciousnesses will be annihilated simultaneously.”

“Then let it be annihilated.” Su Ting gripped the stardust pen tightly, the tip pointing towards the ground. “But at least I took her to see the sea, hear the wind, and walk on the sand. These are memories that the system cannot erase.”

Xiaoyue suddenly stood up. Despite her trembling legs, she slowly moved forward in her wheelchair until she stood beside Su Ting.

“Uncle Ashes,” she called softly.

Ash was taken aback: "...How do you know my name?"

“In my dreams, you always stand behind the clock tower, silently closing the doors for the children who want to escape,” Xiaoyue said with a smile. “But before closing the doors each time, you always say ‘I’m sorry.’ You’re not a bad person, you’re just… too scared.”

The ash-covered metal arm trembled slightly.

“What I fear is not the rules,” he said in a hoarse voice, “but hope. Once hope is ignited, it can never be suppressed. But most of the time, it only brings deeper despair.”

“But this time is different.” Xiaoyue reached out and gently touched the barrier with her fingertips. “Because my brother is here. He’s not here to find the ‘data afterimage,’ he’s here to find me. I’m not a system vulnerability, not an error code, I’m Lin Xiaoyue, the little girl who had a high fever when I was seven and was sent to the observatory, and dreamed that my brother turned into a star.”

Her voice wasn't loud, but it was like the tide crashing against the rocks.

The data stream in the eyes of the ash began to become disordered, and cracks appeared in the barrier.

"You knew the ending..."

“But the ending isn’t finished yet.” Su Ting stepped forward, his star-studded pen plunging into the sand.

The golden light explodes!

The beach instantly transformed into a flowing star map, the waves solidified into bands of light, and a crack appeared in the sky, with countless images spinning like a carousel—Xiaoyue curled up in bed with a fever, Suting recording brainwaves all night at the observatory, the moment the clock tower collapsed, and the pages of a picture album being turned one by one…

Chapter 1265 The Barrier Shattered Completely

"I spent three years not to save a single data point," Su Ting's voice resounded throughout the land. "I wanted to tell the world—**She deserves to be remembered, deserves to wake up, deserves a future!**

The ashes finally retreated a step, and the barrier shattered completely.

He looked down at his hands; the metal casing began to peel away, revealing human skin underneath.

“Su Ting… had long anticipated this day.” He smiled bitterly. “He said that if one day someone can make it to the end with ‘sincerity,’ then the firewall… should disappear.”

Xiaoyue suddenly rushed forward and hugged his arm tightly: "Thank you for always protecting us."

Ash was stunned, and tears welled up in his eyes.

Su Ting was panting, the star-shaped pen almost shattered, but he smiled.

“Let’s go.” He squatted down, his back to Xiaoyue. “Get on, I’ll carry you to see the aurora.”

Xiaoyue didn't say anything, but gently leaned on his back and wrapped her arms around his neck, just like when she was a child.

"Brother," she whispered in his ear, "Do you know? In my dreams, I've tried holding you like this and walking out the door a thousand times. But only this time... my hands are warm."

Su Ting walked step by step toward the sea, his footprints deeply imprinted on the sand.

The sky began to turn purple, and the aurora borealis slowly descended like silk, reflecting on the sea surface, making the entire sea area seem to be on fire.

Ash stood there, watching their retreating figures, and murmured, "The dimensional stability is only 17%... Can you really hold out until the Aurora Lands?"

Suddenly, a huge black shadow appeared on the distant horizon.

That's a ship.

It was entirely black, and a group of people dressed in white robes stood on the deck, holding glowing chains. The woman at the front wore a silver mask, and her voice pierced through the wind and waves:

"Lin Xiaoyue, your life account has been frozen. Waking up without authorization is considered an overstepping of boundaries. Now, come back with us."

Su Ting stopped and gently put Xiaoyue down.

Xiaoyue, however, stepped forward, held up the picture book, and shouted into the wind:

"I will never go back!"

The woman slowly removed her mask, revealing a face that was remarkably similar to Xiaoyue's—only colder and paler.

“I am your mirror image, ‘Xiaoye’.” Her voice was ethereal. “While you slept, I lived in your place. Now that you are waking up, I must die. Are you sure… you want to take everything from me?”

Xiaoyue looked down at the picture book in her hand, then turned back to look at Su Ting.

She smiled.

“I didn’t mean to take anyone away,” she said softly. “I just… wanted to tell my brother myself—”

"I am back."

The sea breeze suddenly stopped.

The aurora suddenly flashed violently, as if the world itself was holding its breath.

The black ship slowly approached, and the man in white robes raised his chains, their light dazzling.

Su Ting suddenly tore a blank sheet of paper from the last page of the album and wrote four characters with a star-shaped pen:

"She is Lin Xiaoyue!"

The paper flew out of his hand, burned in the air into a butterfly of light, and flew towards the black ship.

The moment the first light butterfly touched the hull—

boom!

The entire ship shook violently, the chains snapped, and the men in white robes retreated.

Xiaoye looked down at her hands, which were gradually becoming transparent, and murmured, "So... the real her had already woken up long ago."

She looked up at Xiaoyue, a relieved smile in her eyes: "Then...you can watch the aurora for me."

The figure vanished like smoke.

The black ship sank to the bottom of the sea, leaving only a broken chain floating on the surface.

Su Ting turned around and found Xiao Yue looking up at the aurora, tears streaming down her face.

Chapter 1266 The Map in the Dream

“Brother…” she stretched out her hand, her fingertips reflecting the green light, “It’s so beautiful.”

Su Ting took her hand and whispered, "Where do you want to go next?"

Xiaoyue turned her head, blinked away her tears, and suddenly smiled mischievously:

"This time... it's my turn to take you somewhere."

The night breeze, carrying the salty scent of the sea, swept across the beach. Before Su Ting could speak, Xiao Yue had already taken his hand and started walking forward with light steps. Her steps were unsteady, yet exceptionally firm, as if each step was resisting some invisible force.

"Wait a minute." Su Ting frowned. "You just materialized from a dream; your body can't handle too much movement—"

"Brother." Xiaoyue turned around, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "You forgot? The map in the dream was drawn by me."

She suddenly held the album high and flipped it to the back of the page that had never been opened before—on the originally blank paper, lines of fine handwritten characters appeared, as if they were written with blood and memories.

"At the end of the aurora, there is an island. The island has no name, but the door is there."

The wind suddenly stopped.

The sea was like a mirror, reflecting the green light flowing across the sky, while in the distance, below the horizon, the outline of an island slowly emerged—it floated, as if it were made of stardust, its entire body shimmering with a faint blue light, like a sleeping heart.

“That’s… ‘Echo Island’?” Su Ting’s pupils contracted. “Theoretically, it only exists in the consciousness resonance zone! It can’t possibly manifest in the real dimension!”

"But I am both a dream and a person now," Xiaoyue said softly. "When I truly wake up, a crack will appear in the wall between the two worlds. Brother, look—"

She pointed to the center of the island, where the silhouette of a clock tower stood silently, exactly the same as the one that collapsed in her dream, only... much older, as if it had existed for a thousand years.

Ash staggered forward, his metal arm completely severed, revealing charred but warm skin. He stared intently at the clock tower, his voice trembling: "That's the 'Primordial Node'... the legendary starting point of all dreams. Su Ting said it's been shut down for a long time, and even the system can't restart it..."

“But someone restarted it,” Su Ting replied in a low voice.

Xiaoyue laughed, grabbed Su Ting's hand, and ran forward: "Come on! The door is still waiting for us!"

The sand beneath my feet gradually transformed into a transparent, crystalline layer, each step rippling with light. Tiny specks of light began to fall from the air, like snowflakes, or fragments of forgotten memories.

Suddenly, a deep bell rang out.

thump—

The entire island trembled slightly, and dozens of blurry figures emerged from its edge. Dressed in old-fashioned hospital gowns, they stood on the shore, silently watching the two. Some children held rag dolls, some leaned on crutches, and a little girl clutched a star-studded pen exactly like Su Ting's.

“These people…” Su Ting’s breath hitched, “are they the sleepers who tried to awaken but failed?”

“It wasn’t a failure.” Xiaoyue shook her head, tears welling in her eyes. “They were taken away. Their consciousness was recycled by the system, their personalities were dismantled, and they became the ‘energy’ that kept the dream running.”