Romance Chinese Novels List

The air in the dilapidated Ji family annex hung heavy with the scent of stale rice and unspoken neglect. Ji Family's Third Miss, a name barely whispered, lay on her thin straw mat, the last vestiges of life flickering within her. Her stomach, a cavern of emptiness, had finally given its last protest. Then, a strange jolt.

Her eyes, once clouded with the haze of starvation, snapped open with a keen, almost clinical clarity. This wasn't her world. This wasn't her body. Dr. Song Yi, world-renowned forensic anthropologist, was dead. But 'Ji Family's Third Miss' was inexplicably, terrifyingly, alive. A growl from her stomach, raw and guttural, echoed in the silence, a stark reminder of her new, desperate reality.

She pushed herself up, every joint protesting, and stumbled to the cracked window. Outside, Jinjiang City hummed with a life she barely recognized, a cacophony of ancient sounds and unfamiliar faces. She was malnourished, powerless, and utterly alone. But one thing remained: her hands. Her capable, bone-reading hands. A flicker of determination ignited in her eyes. She would survive this. And she would do it the only way she knew how: by reading the dead.