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

Her smile deepened.

"Now, it's my turn to dream your dreams."

Su Ting suddenly took a step back, his back slamming against an empty barrier, his clothes soaked with cold sweat.

"You...you're not Xiaoyin? Nor are you Lin Wan's obsession? Who exactly are you?"

Lin Xing tilted her head, her eyes so clear they seemed unreal: "Who I am depends on what you fear most in your heart."

She walked barefoot in the darkness, each step creating ripples of light. The light wasn't blinding, but it made Su Ting's temples throb—as if countless memories were churning inside her head, vying to burst forth.

"Don't try that trick." He panted as he bent down to grab the fallen silver pen. The moment his fingertips touched the pen, a sharp pain exploded in his wrist.

The silver pen is broken.

It turned into a handful of fine sand, falling softly.

"You dare to venture into the Dream Tower without the Silver Pen?" Lin Xing chuckled. "Do you really think the world Lin Wan created can be sustained by a single pen? He's bearing the consequences for everyone else. And you..."

She suddenly moved closer, her cold fingertips touching the corner of his eye, "...just a madman who refuses to wake up."

"Let me through," Su Ting growled, his fists clenched. "I want to get out! I want Lin Wan..."

"Save him?" she interrupted. "He's already gone, he went into the 'place he wrote himself.' You can't get in unless—"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you're willing to give yourself up first."

Su Ting's pupils contracted: "What do you mean?"

Lin Xing raised his hand, and a small, silver button appeared in his palm.

"Do you remember? When you were seven, your mother buttoned the first button on your collar wrong. She said, 'Be good today, and Mommy will bring you candy when she comes back.'"

Su Ting froze.

"That day... she didn't come back."

“But she left this button.” Lin Xing flicked her finger, and the button slowly flew towards him. “You kept it under your pillow until it rusted. But you’re wrong—she came back that day. She stood at the door, watched you sleep, and left crying. Because she has dream erosion, she’s begun to forget you.”

Chapter 1299 Memory Backlash

"Shut up!" Su Ting roared, his voice trembling.

"You don't believe me?" Lin Xing smiled. "Then listen to this—the first time you met Lin Wan was in the seventh layer of the dream realm during the Night Watchers selection test. You were supposed to die, but he took the 'memory backlash' for you. But you've forgotten, because—"

"Enough!" he hissed, covering his ears tightly with his hands. "Stop talking! These are... these are my private matters! How could you..."

“Because the Dream Tower feeds on ‘personal matters’.” Lin Xing’s smile faded, and his voice suddenly deepened. “Every time you call Lin Wan’s name, the tower remembers you a little more. Every tear you shed, every nightmare you have, it gets a little closer to you.”

She waved gently.

The surrounding darkness suddenly receded, replaced by a familiar bedroom—faded mecha posters on the walls, exercise books piled on the desk, and a teddy bear with broken ears on the bedside table.

Su Ting stopped breathing.

This was his room when he was thirteen.

"Impossible... This place was destroyed long ago..."

“But you’ve come back 327 times in my dreams.” Lin Xing walked to the bedside table, opened the drawer, and took out a leather diary. “Every time, you turned to the same page.”

She opened her diary.

On that page, there was only one line of crooked, illegible text:

"If only I could die in his place."

Su Ting staggered backward, knocking over the chair in the illusion.

“That night… I actually saw Cheng Yuan die.” He murmured to himself, his voice seeming to emerge from the ground. “I hid at the corner of the stairs, watching the black mist wrap around his neck… but I didn’t go out. I was scared. I pretended I didn’t know anything, and later I even fooled myself…”

Lin Xing looked at him quietly, a hint of pity flashing in her eyes.

"So Lin Wan altered your memories not to protect himself," she said softly, "but to protect you. He took all your most painful memories upon himself."

"……fart."

"Would you like to hear what he wrote down last?" she suddenly asked.

Before he could answer, she raised her hand, and a line of silver characters appeared in the air:

“Su Ting, don’t come looking for me. If you do, it means I’ve failed. If you see this, I’ve already chosen to ‘anchor.’ Live on for me—carrying my share.”

The moment the handwriting appeared, Su Ting suddenly let out a beast-like roar and charged towards Lin Xing.

"You're lying to me! He promised me! He said he'd come back after he finished one last thing! He said..."

He threw a punch, but it passed right through her body again.

Lin Xing stood still, like a wisp of wind, unharmed.

“You can’t defeat a dream,” she said, “but you can choose whether or not to wake up.”

"I won't wake up!" Su Ting knelt on the ground, pounding his fists on the empty ground. "I won't go back! Without him, this isn't home! It's just a fucking grave!"

"But do you still remember how to laugh?" Lin Xing squatted down to look him in the eye. "When was the last time you genuinely laughed?"

Su Ting did not answer.

Memories surfaced uncontrollably—seventeen years old, a summer night, on the rooftop. He and Lin Wan each had a bottle of soda, talking about absurd dreams.

"I want to be the strongest Night's Watchman and bring back all the lost ones."

"Then you have to learn to fly first."

"Wait until I write a novel where the protagonist kicks the Dream Tower Master to pieces, and guess how he wins?"

How did you win?

"Because he is neither afraid of death nor afraid of living."

Chapter 1300: Don't Lose It

That day, they laughed so hard they fell off their chairs.

“…I remember,” Su Ting murmured.

Lin Xing gently took his hand.

"Then don't throw it away."

Her palms were warm, unlike anything in my dream.

“I can help you,” she said, “but at the cost—you have to let me into your heart.”

“You’re already here.” Su Ting smiled wryly.

No, I mean, really.

She let go of his hand, stood up, and her white dress fluttered even without wind.

“You have two choices. First, I will send you back, with the ‘rulebook’ left by Lin Wan, to become the new Lord of the Night Watch. You can guard that dream city, but you can never dream of him again.”

Su Ting gritted his teeth: "The second one?"

“The second one—” She stretched out her hand, and a small, faintly glowing door appeared in her palm. “Let me in, and we’ll go find him together.”

"Can you find someone in your dreams?"

“This isn’t an ordinary dream,” she said softly. “It’s a world solidified by ‘collective obsession.’ As long as one person remembers, they are still alive. And you…”

She stared at him. "You remember too much. Enough to tear a hole in you."

Su Ting stared at the door, his throat bobbing.

What happens after you go inside?

“We might find him,” Lin Xing said. “Or, we might all merge into a dream and become a new legend—'Two madmen broke into a paradise written by the dead.'”

She laughed. "Doesn't it sound like the ending of your favorite cheesy novel?"

Su Ting also laughed, his eyes turning red with laughter.

"What do you think... he's doing right now?"

"He was probably talking to Xiaoyin," Lin Xing said. "He apologized, and then got punched."

“He deserved it.” Su Ting wiped his face, stood up, and said, “…Lead the way.”

Lin Xing nodded, turned around, and pushed open the door.

Behind the door was neither the playground nor my childhood.

Instead, it was a small town I had never seen before.

The road is paved with bluestone, wind chimes hang under the eaves, and children ride bicycles by, their laughter ringing out.

The air is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus.

"This is……?"

"The town where your mother lived when she was a child," Lin Xing said. "Written by Lin Wan, the last piece of the puzzle."