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

Su Ting's expression changed, his fist clenched, and the black flames surged violently, but they were extinguished silently the moment they touched Lin Xing.

"you……"

“I’m not trying to judge you,” Lin Xing said softly. “I’m just telling you—you can live without suffering.”

Chen Mo suddenly looked up: "What about Lin Wan? Does he have to stay too?"

Lin Xing was silent for a moment, a trace of pain flashing in his eyes.

“He can leave,” she whispered, “but if he leaves, I will vanish completely. Because… his memories are the only proof of my existence.”

The ward was long gone, and the world had turned into a silvery void. Fragments of the wind chime floated in the air, slowly rotating like stars.

Lin Wan looked down at her almost transparent hands, then looked up at Lin Xing.

"What would happen if I stayed?"

“You can become the master of dreams,” she whispered. “No longer fuel, no longer a prisoner. You can reshape everything—the city, time, the rules, even… let me live ‘real’.”

"Sounds like becoming a god." Lin Wan twitched the corner of her mouth.

“But it also means that you will never be able to return to reality.” Lin Xing gazed at him. “You will never see the sunlight again, hear the rain, or feel the real wind. All your senses will be supplied by this dream. You may forget what ‘living’ is.”

Su Ting suddenly rushed forward and grabbed Lin Wan's shoulder: "Did you fucking hear that?! This isn't saving her, it's dragging her down with you! Your sister doesn't want to be saved at all, she just wants to keep you tied to her dreams!"

Lin Wan looked at him and suddenly smiled: "But what if... reality is also fake? What if from the very beginning, we've been living in someone's dream?"

"Then you need to wake up even more!" Su Ting roared. "Even if you wake up with nothing, it's better than being someone else's shadow in their dream!"

"But what if... I wake up and she's dead?" Lin Wan asked softly.

Su Ting was taken aback, and slowly loosened his fist.

Chen Mo slowly stood up, the gold markings on his wrist completely gone. He looked at Lin Wan, his voice calm: "You don't have to sacrifice for anyone. Including her."

“But she’s my sister,” Lin Wan said softly. “Even if the whole world says she’s a fake, I still remember the night she held me and sheltered me from the rain. I remember the song she sang for me, I remember her lying to me that candy was expensive, but secretly swallowing bitter medicine herself… These memories are more real than any reality.”

Tears welled up in Lin Xing's eyes.

“So…” Lin Wan took a deep breath, looked up at her, “I’m not leaving.”

"Lin Wan!" Su Ting roared.

“But I won’t be any kind of sovereign,” Lin Wan sneered. “I want to rewrite the rules—not to control the dream, but to let you… truly wake up.”

He suddenly raised his hand, and the silver pen reappeared in his palm, its tip pointing directly at his brow.

"What are you doing?!" Chen Mo exclaimed in surprise.

"The Pen of Memory can not only write dreams, but also delete them." Lin Wan's eyes were resolute. "If her dream is a cage, then let me... burn it with my own hands."

The silver light surged, like a sharp sword piercing the core of the dream.

Chapter 1293 Let Me Be Your Anchor

Lin Xing's expression changed drastically: "No! Wanwan, you will—"

"Shut up." Lin Wan smiled, but tears streamed down her face. "This time... I'll be your anchor."

The silver pen plunged deep into his brow, drawing no blood, but unleashing a torrent of memories—rainy nights of childhood, waiting in the hospital ward, the tinkling of wind chimes, the farewell at the tower's heart… Each scene transformed into a blade of light, slashing towards the endless source of dreams.

The entire void began to collapse, and the giant tower let out a deafening roar, as if billions of living beings were wailing at the same time.

Su Ting was thrown away by the blast wave, while Chen Mo clung tightly to a floating piece of debris, shouting hoarsely, "Lin Wan! Stop! You'll be wiped out!"

Lin Wan stood in the center of the light stream, her body dissipating inch by inch, yet she still raised the silver pen, pointing it at Lin Xing.

“Listen!” he roared. “I don’t want you to live in my dream, nor do I want you to sacrifice yourself for me! What I want is—the right to choose!”

A silvery light, like a tide, enveloped Lin Xing.

She screamed and struggled, but was gently lifted up by the light and sent to the end of nothingness.

"Wanwan! No! Please—!"

"Wake up!" Lin Wan's final roar echoed through the heavens and earth. "Lin Xing! Open your eyes! See the real world!"

boom--!

Everything falls silent.

The silver light dissipated, and the dream crumbled.

Su Ting lay on the ground, panting heavily, and looked around—they were back on the city streets they had just left behind. The sunlight was real, the traffic was noisy, and the pedestrians were hurrying by, as if nothing had ever happened.

"...Is it over?" Chen Mo struggled to his feet, looking at his hands. His skin was intact, without any abnormalities.

Su Ting turned around abruptly, looking around: "Where's Lin Wan?! Where's Lin Xing?!"

no answer.

Only the wind passing through the street corner gently stirred a broken wind chime.

jingle--

A soft sound, gone with the wind.

Suddenly, Su Ting's phone vibrated.

He looked down and saw that it was a message from Lin Wan.

Just one sentence:

"If one day you feel the world is too fake... then burn this talisman."

The attachment is a hand-drawn talisman, with childlike lines, but the outline of the character "林" (Lin) can still be vaguely discerned.

Su Ting stared at the talisman, then suddenly laughed, his eyes turning red with laughter.

He looked up at the sky; the sunlight was blinding.

"What the hell are you trying to pull now?"

The phone vibrated again.

This time, it was Lin Wan's voice message.

He clicked it.

A familiar voice slowly rang out, tinged with laughter, yet sounding as distant as if it came from the end of a dream:

"Su Ting, you said..."

What if I were the one who never woke up?

Su Ting's fingers trembled violently, and the phone almost slipped from his grasp and fell to the ground.

The sound was like a fine needle, piercing his eardrums and then traveling along his nerves to his heart. He stood frozen in place, the sunlight shining on his face, yet he felt no warmth.

"Lin Wan..." he murmured, "Where the hell are you?"

The voice message looped three times, and he didn't dare turn it off even once. Each time, that familiar voice carried the same smile, the same detached air, as if the speaker stood between reality and nothingness, one foot already stepping into an abyss unknown to anyone.

Chen Mo walked over, his expression grave: "He... is he still inside?"

"I don't know." Su Ting gritted her teeth, gripping her phone tightly. "Did he not even come out?! Where's Lin Xing? Where did Lin Xing go?!"

Chen Mo didn't speak, but simply looked up at the sky.

The sun shone as usual, and the city bustled as ever. Street vendors called out their wares, children chased and played, and a couple strolled by arm in arm. No one noticed that the world had just undergone a cataclysmic upheaval, a transformation that had ravaged and rebuilt itself from the ground up.

Chapter 1294 Fragments of the Wind Chime

But Su Ting knew that some things had changed.

He suddenly bent down and picked up a fragment of a wind chime from the drain at the street corner. The metal edges were already rusted, but a faint silver light still clung to them, like a trace of a dream.

“If the world is fake…” he whispered, “then can this thing ring again?”

"Are you really going to burn it?" Chen Mo frowned.

"Otherwise what?" Su Ting sneered. "Lin Wan gave me this talisman not so I could just worship it."

He took out a lighter, and the flame popped up with a "snap".

Chen Mo reached out to stop him: "Are you crazy? What if—"

"What if what?" Su Ting stared at the talisman, his eyes sharp. "What if this world is really fake? What if we're still living in someone's dream? What if Lin Wan... isn't dead at all, but just locked up even deeper inside?"

His fingers loosened.

The moment the flames licked the talisman, the air distorted abruptly.

There was no explosion, no light, only a very soft, distant "ding—", like a wind chime gently touching from thousands of miles away.

Then, the world went silent for a second.

Pedestrians slowed their pace, car horns stopped midway, and even the wind ceased.

Su Ting's pupils contracted sharply.

He saw—right in the middle of the street, a girl in a white dress slowly emerge.

Lin Xing.