The meaning is very clear.
"This..." Yuan Yi seemed hesitant, but Miss Ji's instructions were not something he could change.
After pondering for a moment, he handed over the car keys.
...
The nephew's cemetery is not a place you can enter casually, but Yuan Yi had informed them in advance, so how long Wanxia stayed was not an issue.
Aunt Xu's tombstone wasn't here, so she only bought two bouquets of lilies.
One for her grandfather, and another for Xia Qian.
This was the first time Wanxia had come here after returning to An City, and even without being drunk, she spoke a lot of murmurs in front of her grandfather's tombstone.
But when she stood in front of Xia Qian's tombstone, she was so silent it was as if she didn't exist.
She just looked at the photograph on the tombstone under the dim streetlight, without saying a word.
Wanxia seemed to be trapped in her memories, lost, and thus failed to notice Xu Qiubai who had followed her.
