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

His right hand held a silver pen, and what dripped from the tip was not ink, but memories—drop by drop, transforming into the bricks and tiles of the city, the silhouettes of pedestrians, and the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves.

"Are you crazy?" Su Ting rushed forward, reaching out to grab him, but her hand slipped through his arm. "You're overdrawing your life! You've written yourself into the rules?!"

Lin Wan didn't dodge, but simply shook her head gently: "If I don't write it, they will be completely gone."

"Who?!" Su Ting roared, "Cheng Yuan? The Night Watchmen? Those who died in the Dream Tower? Those were their lives! Not an excuse for you to risk your own!"

“It’s not an excuse,” Lin Wan said softly. “It’s what I owe.”

He raised his eyes, his gaze piercing through Su Ting and looking into the distant void.

“I escaped alive. They didn’t. So I have to write—write about their smiles, their way home, and the kitchen where their mothers are still waiting for them to eat.”

His voice was soft, yet it cut through Su Ting's chest like a knife.

"You say I'm crazy? But if I weren't crazy, there wouldn't even be a trace of their existence in this world."

Su Ting gritted his teeth, his fists clenched until they turned white: "Then what about you, Lin Xing? What about her? You turned yourself into this grotesque mess because of her?!"

Lin Wan smiled, a smile so bleak it was heartbreaking.

“Lin Xing…she was never someone I wanted to save,” he said. “She was…the one who reminded me not to run away.”

"What do you mean?"

“She’s not my sister,” Lin Wan said in a low voice. “She was the first experimental subject to die in the Dream Tower—my best friend from childhood, Xiao Yin.”

Su Ting's pupils constricted sharply: "What?!"

“She’s dead, and I’m alive.” Lin Wan closed her eyes. “But I’ve forgotten her. My whole family has forgotten her. Even her photos have disappeared. Only I, I always see a girl in a white dress in my dreams, standing in my yard, waiting for me to come back.”

He opened his eyes, which were filled with a silvery light.

"Lin Xing is an obsession I created from my memories. She doesn't want me to stay; she's forcing me to face—to face the fact that I've been running away for ten years."

Su Ting froze.

Chapter 1297 This isn't real enough

"So... what you called resurrection... was all a lie?"

"Fake?" Lin Wan sneered. "Tell me, is the place we're standing on real or fake? But they're laughing inside, they feel pain, they miss home—isn't that real enough?"

He suddenly raised his hand and drew a stroke with his silver pen.

The surroundings suddenly unfolded—

A city emerges.

Children chase each other on their way home from school, an old man plays chess under a tree, smoke rises from a barbecue stall on a street corner, and a couple kisses under a streetlamp. A woman stands on her balcony, calling her child home for dinner, her voice gentle.

"This is... the old district in the west of the city?" Su Ting's eyes widened.

“These are their last memories,” Lin An said. “I expanded them into a world.”

"You...you pieced together the memories of all the dead and created a dream city?"

“Not only.” Lin Wan pointed to the sky.

The clouds parted, and Su Ting saw—countless silver threads hanging down, each one connected to a "person".

“When they wake up, they will remember having a dream,” Lin Wan said. “They will remember that they were once written back by someone. They will remember that someone prevented them from completely disappearing.”

Su Ting's throat tightened: "You're fucking... a madman."

“I know,” Lin Wan nodded, “but I’m not leaving. They need me here.”

"I won't allow it!" Su Ting punched him. "Do you think you're a god? You think you can decide who lives and who dies, who remembers and who forgets?! Who do you think you are?!"

Lin Wan didn't move, letting the punch pass through his chest.

"What am I?" he chuckled. "I'm just a sinner who's still awake."

Su Ting, panting heavily, suddenly laughed, laughing so hard that tears almost streamed down his face.

"Fine. You're not leaving, huh?"

He raised the silver pen and pointed it at his brow.

"Then I'll write you in—turn you into a memory, and lock you in the deepest corner. When I'm in a good mood one day, I'll take you out for a stroll."

Lin Wan's expression finally changed: "Are you crazy! Touch this silver pen, and you will be swallowed by dreams! You will become the next 'anchor'!"

"Then become an anchor," Su Ting sneered. "Since you're unwilling to leave anyway, what's the point of me staying awake?"

He stabbed with the tip of his pen.

A sharp pain exploded, as if a thousand needles were piercing his mind. He saw his childhood, his first meeting with Lin Wan, the Night Watch training, Cheng Yuan's death in the stairwell... All his memories were extracted, turning into silver words that wrapped around Lin Wan's body.

Lin Wan roared, "Stop! Su Ting! Stop!"

"Shut up!" Su Ting gritted his teeth. "You think I don't know you secretly altered my memories? You planted a 'Don't come looking for me' instruction in my brain? You think I'd actually obey?!"

He suddenly looked up, his eyes already gleaming with silver light.

"I stopped believing you a long time ago! From the day you said 'I'm fine,' I knew you were fucking lying!"

Lin Wan trembled and reached out to pull him, but was bounced away by a flash of silver light.

"You will die...you will completely melt into the dream..."

"So what?" Su Ting grinned, his face streaked with tears. "I'd rather beat you up in my dreams than live alone out here."

He raised his hand, and the silver pen drew an arc in the air.

A door slowly opened.

Behind the gate was a primary school playground. The sun was shining brightly, and a little girl with pigtails was swinging on a swing.

That was Xiaoyin—the prototype of Lin Xing, the original her.

“Go,” Su Ting said hoarsely, “go find her. Not to resurrect her, but to… apologize to her.”

Lin Wan was stunned.

Chapter 1298 I'll go in and slap you

"You...how do you know..."

“Because your hands tremble every time you say you dream about her,” Su Ting laughed. “You owe her an ‘I’m sorry’ for twenty years.”

Lin Wan's body began to disintegrate, and the words peeled away like snowflakes.

"If I leave...this world..."

“I’ll take it.” Su Ting gritted his teeth. “I’ll memorize every single rule you wrote down. I’ll guard every door you left behind. If you dare to slack off in there, I’ll go in and beat you up.”

Lin Wan looked at him for a long time before finally smiling.

"You're still...so annoying."

He turned and walked toward the door.

Her footsteps were as light as the wind.

The moment he stepped in, the entire dream began to tremble.

The city collapsed, the silver thread broke, and countless "people" opened their eyes and looked up at the sky.

Lin Wan turned around and took one last look at Su Ting.

“For me…” he said softly, “to see the real Sunrise.”

The door closes.

The silver light faded.

Su Ting knelt on the ground, and the silver pen slipped from his hand.

Darkness returned to the surroundings.

But at this moment——

In the distance, a ray of light pierced the void.

Like the gentle dawn, it falls softly.

He looked up, his lips twitching.

"You...you fucking...you're getting cocky, aren't you?"

Within that light, a figure slowly emerged.

Dressed in white, barefoot, with the same smile as before.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time," Lin Xing said.

"Shouldn't you have disappeared?" Su Ting asked hoarsely.

She gently shook her head: "What I meant was—if he doesn't leave, I'll continue to dream about him."

She took a step forward and lightly touched his chest with her fingertips.

"But he's gone. So..."