Xu Weilai was utterly clueless as to how she should react, but regardless, she knew that she shouldn't be rude to the deceased and thus, she greeted, "Hi Auntie, I'm Xu Weilai."
A gentle breeze rustled the leaves around her and it felt as if a demure lady was responding to her.
Zuo An took a step forward and bent down in a half squat down and laid the rose in his hands down before the tombstone. However, instead of getting up immediately, he said gently, "Mother, here's a flower for you from Weilai. Do you like it?"
As he spoke, he reached out and touched the photo on the headstone longingly.
Xu Weilai became rather emotional as she watched him from aside.
The only word that he muttered during critical moments of his life was already a giveaway to how deep his feelings for his mother were and little did Xu Weilai expect his mother to be dead.
On the other hand, Zuo An does not seem to be close to his father at all.
