Translator: Aran

  At that moment, Ye Qingyu's heart had a descriptive word running through it that was commonly used, but it's definition could hardly be captured ——

  Gentleness.

  That's right, gentleness.

  When the woman washing clothes suddenly smiled, Ye Qingyu suddenly felt that everything was logical and reasonable. In this entire world, there was nothing more gentle than this smiling face. Any peerless and beautiful face would lose it's splendour in such an ex..