Seeing the interaction between the two, Qi Huaiyu's expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Xin Jiuwei pretended not to see it, watching the servants busily taking inventory, a worried look on her face.

"I haven't been to Yuncheng for many years. Seeing it now always reminds me of my childhood."

Qi Huaihe paused for a moment, then said, "Back then, I was young and ignorant, and I didn't realize that you had been wronged here. No wonder your sister blames me."

Xin Jiuwei was somewhat surprised, "Why is my sister blaming my cousin?"

"Isn't she blaming me for not taking good care of you, which is why she didn't want to come to Yuncheng?" Qi Huaihe smiled bitterly. "It's my fault as the elder brother."

Xin Jiuwei said softly, "Why would you think that, cousin? Our two families haven't been in touch much over the years, it's not your fault."

She frowned, and her eyes slowly reddened.

“My maternal grandfather was very good to us, but he had a misunderstanding with my father. In recent years, my father has been depressed every time it is my maternal grandfather’s birthday or my mother’s death anniversary.”

"When Awei saw this, she didn't know what to do."

Seeing that she seemed about to cry, Qi Huaihe, usually a composed man, was at a loss and hurriedly asked Wang Qing to bring him a handkerchief.

"Why are you crying?" he sighed. "Grandfather is old and a bit stubborn. Besides, I heard from my father that he used to love my aunt the most. Losing a daughter is a deep pain for him. We, as the younger generation, should try to understand."

Xin Jiuwei wiped away her tears. "Of course I understand. It's just that thinking about my father's daily sighs makes me uneasy. Our two families should be the closest of relationships, but now we've grown so estranged, especially..."

She paused, seemingly wanting to say something but holding back.