"You wretch, I told you to take good care of your sister! Is this how you take care of her? Oh, my beloved Natalie..."

Natalie Johnson woke up with a splitting headache and heard a torrent of cries.

"Mother, sister has awakened." The young man, previously cursed and jabbed at, noticed that Natalie blinked and his red eyes immediately widened in joy. He swiftly moved to the bedside.

Upon hearing this, Maureen Johnson hurriedly sat on the bed, holding Natalie's hand. "Natalie, my darling, how are you feeling, ah?"

Staring around in confusion, Natalie took in her surroundings.

The roof, made of connected timber beams, was encased in pitch-black planks. The walls all around were white, likely made of clay, showing signs of wear with various patches stained.

The young man sitting before her bed had a worried look, with a complexion tanned and a body clothed in patched-up attire.

Where exactly was she?

Suddenly, Natalie recalled the voice she heard before she drifted to sleep.

The voice that said, "Go back, go back to where you belong…"

"Where is this…" she asked without even realizing.

"Natalie, you finally woke up." Before she could finish, the young man squatting by her bedside started to sob loudly. "If you didn't wake up, mother would have beaten me to death."

Maureen slapped her son's back. "Crying, always crying. You're lucky Natalie is all right. If anything had happened to her, I would have made your life miserable."

Looking over, Natalie saw the young man who was smacked remained silent, only scratching his head and giving a “hehe” chuckle, appearing simple and foolish.

Without understanding the situation, Natalie did not dare to speak rashly.

Maureen felt the pain her daughter was in. Her daughter had been frail and frequently ill since she was a child, and now she had fallen into water. Seeing her sickly state, she quickly said, "Natalie, you rest for a while. Mom will make you an egg."

She helped Natalie lie down on the bed, then smacked her son: "You rascal, come and help with the food."

"Okay."

The man, his eyes red, gently touched Natalie's hair: "Be a good girl, little sister. Big brother is going to boil an egg for you. You just take a good rest."

The voice of Maureen came from outside, "Chris, hurry up, no dilly-dallying."

"Ah, I'm coming."

Only when everyone was gone, Natalie had the peace to sort out her current situation.

Just now, that woman was calling the man Chris, right?

And they were calling her Natalie…

Looking at the homes that were full of the trappings of a bygone era, Natalie covered her face. As expected, she had somehow transported into a novel.

A novel that she had been reading before she blacked out.

It was a male-centric story, where the original character, named Natalie, was the protagonist's early deceased first love.

She was a classic frail beauty, often sick.

Not long after the male lead, Graham Bell, fell in love with her, she unexpectedly passed away.

Because they shared the same name, Natalie had a sense of identification with the character, but had stopped reading before the plot advanced any further.

But she remembers, in the book, the original main character had a mother who favored daughters over sons named Maureen, a pair sister-complex brother and sister, and a little brother. The older brother was named Chris Johnson. Their father had passed away too early and she indeed didn't see any man resembling a person of her father's age.

Thinking of this, Natalie immediately got out of bed and grabbed the mirror from the shelf to take a look.

Upon seeing her identical face reflected in the mirror, Natalie let out a sigh of relief.

However, the very next moment, her eyebrows furrowed in shock.

This—

A frail beauty?

The woman in the mirror was a lot frailer than her original self, and also much thinner.

She lifted her arm and glanced at it, there were no muscles visible at all, her thinness resembled a plucked chicken.

She didn't even have time to complain when Natalie abruptly coughed a few times. Her body swayed and a feeling of vertigo hit her.

It was good that she was by the bedside.

Quickly holding onto the bed head for support, Natalie gasped for air.

Had she actually become a frail beauty?

This was too weak!

Before she had gone into the novel, Natalie was a fully-fleshed world fighting champion.

Suddenly being transported to the 80s and becoming so fragile, it was a pill too bitter to swallow for Natalie at the moment.

This must be a dream, it has to be!

After lying down for an entire afternoon and eating two poached eggs, Natalie had to face reality.

What could she do if she didn't accept it?

Maureen and Chris went out to work, leaving her five-year-old younger brother to watch over Natalie.

Natalie and her little brother were engaged in a staring contest.

After her subtle attempts to gather information, Natalie learned from the little one that it was currently the 1980s, more specifically, 1981.

She remembered when she was reading this book, even though it was set in a fictitious era, the main scenario wasn't too different from the real 80s.

Initially, she didn't hold any hope, after all, how could a little child this small know anything? It was just a casual inquiry.

Unexpectedly, this little guy really did know, presumably overhearing the adults' occasional comments.

"Big sister, do you want some water?" Donald Johnson asked in a childish voice, his big black pupils shining.

The child was dressed simply, his clothes patched and the fabric rough.

Natalie was lying on her side, with one hand propping up her head.

Even though the little one was standing next to her bed, talking to her, his eyes were unwaveringly staring at the bowl on the cabinet.

The bowl contained the leftover soup from the poached eggs she had eaten.

His big round eyes were nearly looking into the bottom of the bowl.

"Gurgle..."

A loud sound echoed from Donald's stomach which startled him so badly, he ended up clutching his belly and looking at Natalie with wide eyes.

"Big sister, I didn't mean to steal your food," he said, his eyes begging for mercy.

Natalie couldn't help but burst into laughter at his expression.

Her gloominess from unexpectedly ending up in a book had been temporarily dispelled thanks to this little interlude.

"You can have it. I'm full," she conceded.

"Really?" Donald's round eyes brightened as he looked at Natalie hopefully.

Natalie's heart softened and she reached out to pat the little boy on his head. "Really. Go ahead and eat."

With Natalie's go-ahead, Donald showed no more false modesty. He excitedly held onto his bowl and started to drink the soup intently.

He drank so quickly that he made "gulp gulp" sounds with his swallowing, as if he hadn't had a proper meal in centuries.

Looking at his frail body, it did seem like he often didn't get enough to eat.

Natalie sighed. She had really ended up in that historical novel she was reading, and all the characters align perfectly.

Having read the prologue of the novel, Natalie knew how impoverished this family was.

Despite her initial difficulty in accepting her unexpected crossing into the novel, once she calmed down, she realized that these were some of the rare leisurely moments Natalie had in years.

Her grandfather was a traditional doctor who makes use of natural herbs in his medical services, and her father a martial arts competitor.

From a young age, she bore the hopes of her father and grandfather, ceaselessly striving.

She became the world champion in martial arts, and also a renowned surgeon known as "Ghost Hand".

But she had never truly considered what she wanted to do - her grandfather and father didn't seem to care either.

Only when she saw her best friend being pampered by her family, would she feel a sense of envy deep within her.

She couldn't help but wonder if her fixation was too intense, which led her to transport into the family from her dreams.

Without a doubt, the original host was someone adored by her family.

After understanding all this, Natalie's initial rejection slowly transformed into a flicker of anticipation.

Could she really lead the life she desired?

It was only when Maureen and Chris returned in the evening, and they had dinner, that Natalie truly experienced the depth of this family's poverty.

Poorer than she could have ever imagined.

Very thin corn porridge was their meal, with no side dishes, just a plate of salted vegetables without oil.

Donald and Chris, however, ate heartily. Both were wolfing down their food at an incredible speed, as if they hadn't eaten for a long time.

This was the food their family had, but in Natalie's bowl, there were still two eggs.

In this era, eggs were a rare commodity.

Just by looking at their food, Natalie knew how precious these two eggs were.

Donald glanced at the eggs in her bowl several times, swallowing his saliva incessantly.

Note: The female lead is the original host