It was a normal pen, which could be bought from any store on the street.

Besides, its shape had been changed and it was broken so seriously that Florence even couldn’t tell what it looked like originally.

However, she could recognize the carved smiling face on it.

It was the birthday gift that she gave to Ernest.

She particularly asked the owner to carve a smiling face according to her request.

It wasn’t a valuable pen, but she knew that Ernest took it along with him almost all the time, just like his watch and ring. He treasured the pen more than anything else.

Usually, he wasn’t willing to use it at all.

However, the pen appeared in Benjamin’s hand and was broken so seriously...

“This is fished out by my men from the sea,” Benjamin explained out of his kindness.

Florence knew which area of the sea he referred to.

Although the pen looked ordinary, it had good quality. It turned to be like this under a huge impact force or an explosion.

Ernest always kept it next to his skin.

It meant that Ernest must be quite close to the bomb and had received the strongest impact force.

His pen had become like this. Florence couldn’t imagine what about him...

Her whole body was weakened. Florence fell to the floor.

Her mind was in a mess, keeping buzzing. Suddenly, something that she had forgotten became clear in her mind.

She recalled it.

When they fell into the sea, Ernest whispered in her ear, “Florence, I won’t let you die.”

He promised her that he wouldn’t let her die.

Hence, when they fell into the sea, he tore the bomb away from her.

Under the impact force when bumping into the water, he pushed her away and distanced the bomb from her rapidly.

force from the explosion came from the direction where

die, but Ernest

“No--”

the thought of

help yelling, seeing black. She held her head and

Impossible! I don’t

and thin together

won’t leave me and let me live on alone. He won’t! He won’t do it!” she cried out continuously and comforted

the wall at the bottom of her heart was collapsing as if

proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces

thought brought her too much pain to

heart was like being torn apart

whole world had been dimmed in the darkness, almost breaking

complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful

she was, the happier

was, the more

to personally see her be broken down bit by bit and turn

made

died for rescuing you. It

words were reechoed in Florence’s

like a needle

widened her eyes in a daze, tears

weren’t that he wanted to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take the risk, and nor would

was all

she was the

Turner, why don’t

looked up and glared at

to live on any

looked down at Florence, his eyes full of unconcealed

stressing each syllable, “Florence Fraser, death is the simplest thing in this world. However,

reached his bandaged hand slowly and picked up the scissors that had

he cut the bandage on his face

one after another. His eyes, cheeks, lips, and chin

even her

what she had seen --

she could describe. His whole face was full of seriously burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was

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