Lost and panicked in the darkness, Tang Xiaonan felt sealed in a lightless room. She couldn’t find an exit, not even a crack, until a unique voice suddenly broke through, bringing a sliver of light that illuminated the dark chamber.

At last, she saw the exit.

Tang Xiaonan joyfully ran toward it. The way forward grew brighter and the path became clearer...

"Don’t you dare say I’m fat!"

Tang Xiaonan’s clear voice made everyone, in their frantic rushing, freeze in place. Phoebe Huxley, who was holding a small comforter, was the first to react. She tossed it at Felix Thorne beside her, then rushed over and pulled Tang Xiaonan into a tight embrace, bawling her eyes out.

"You scared Mom to death! You heartless little rascal, I was scared out of my wits... Does anything hurt? Are you cold? Does your head hurt? What do you want to eat...?"

While crying, Phoebe Huxley checked her daughter from top to bottom, patting and pinching her all over. The barrage of questions left Tang Xiaonan feeling exasperated. ’My mother is wonderful in every way, except she’s a bit rough around the edges and far too strong. She taps on my head like she’s cracking a nut. She could probably knock Einstein himself silly.’

’In the book, half the credit for the original character’s dim-witted and pudgy nature probably went to Madam Phoebe Huxley.’

Felix Thorne and her three brothers all crowded around Tang Xiaonan, a mess of tears and laughter. Adrian Hawthorne had long since been pushed into a corner by the crowd. He slipped away from the Thorne family’s home unnoticed. ’As long as Little Fatty Tang is all right.’

"It was really dark, and I couldn’t get out. I saw lots of cars, and buildings that were so tall..."

Tang Xiaonan gave an exaggerated description of what she had seen in her dream. In truth, she was making some of it up. A moment ago, Shane Thorne had asked what she’d seen while unconscious, and a flash of inspiration struck her: she would describe things from the future.

’She had no idea why she’d dreamed of the original character’s funeral. Moreover, the author had never described that scene with Clayton Xavier and Howard Thorne. In the book, the death of the character "Tang Xiaonan" was glossed over in a single sentence.’

’It stated the time and place of the original character’s death and named the at-fault driver as Ulysses Spann, but that was it. It never mentioned that the death had anything to do with Jacqueline Spann, nor did it say that Howard Thorne had collected his sister’s body or that Clayton Xavier had come to pay his respects.’

’Tang Xiaonan guessed this might be a warning from the heavens, telling her to be wary of the Spann siblings.’

’Her big brother wouldn’t have said those things for no reason. And the original character’s death was indeed highly suspicious—there were far too many coincidences. Jacqueline Spann was absolutely a suspect.’

’But Tang Xiaonan still didn’t understand. The original character and Jacqueline Spann were practically strangers, with no conflicting interests or emotional entanglements between them. Why would Jacqueline want to harm her?’

’And go so far as to implicate her own brother?’

’Tang Xiaonan now saw Jacqueline Spann as a top-level threat. The book’s female lead was too dangerous, her morals were questionable, and her mind was frighteningly deep. The original character had died a mysterious death. While she couldn’t be certain Jacqueline was behind it, she still had to be careful. From now on, she would have as little to do with Jacqueline as possible. If you can’t win a fight, you can at least run from it.’

’Besides, she had to plan for the future. She wasn’t from this era, and she might let something slip one day. This coma was the perfect opportunity. If she accidentally said something she shouldn’t, she could blame it all on the dream.’

"I was flying in the sky, and Mama called me, so I was pulled back home. But I still couldn’t get out. Then I heard Mr. Hawthorne’s voice, and I woke up."

Tang Xiaonan gave a vivid description of a city from decades in the future. The more Shane Thorne listened, the graver his expression became. At first, he’d thought his little sister was just spouting nonsense. But some of the things she described were things she had never seen before—things she couldn’t possibly invent. ’So, she really did dream about all that.’