Mr. Marquis, Madam, She Has Been Pretending to Be Dead for Three Years.

On the day she received the marriage decree, Liu'er handed over a piece of paper and a divorce letter. That year, Liu'er was brought back by the old Marquis and became his maid. Beating, scolding, humiliating and forcing her to surrender was once an absurd pleasure for him when he was young. Someone wanted to take away this slave he hated, but she said she would hold on tightly. "She's mine." ... He shamelessly played a tuneless tune for her. Liu'er smiled and said, "It sounds good." That was her first unguarded laugh. It was also the first time his ears were red. ... At the age of twenty-four, he knelt in front of the grave and met her again, who had been pretending to be dead for three years. The Marquis, who had been conceited for most of his life, had red eyes. This time, he would ask her. He asked, she had been waiting.