Chapter 441 The Broken Arm

• Sonia couldn't stop crying. The corner of Toby's mouth lifted into a very faint smile, and it, along with his pale face and dripping wet body, somehow made him look beautiful instead of wretched. He lifted his right hand and used his index finger to gently wipe the tears off her lower eyelids. Then, he said in a hoarse voice, "Don't cry. You’re not pretty when you cry."
• When Sonia heard his words, she rolled her eyes at him. "We just came back from the dead, and you still care whether I look pretty or not?"
• Toby put his hand down. "You’re right."