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.

the explosion came from the direction

die, but Ernest

“No--”

of that, Florence

yelling, seeing black. She held her head and shook

way! Impossible! I

through think and thin together with

on alone. He won’t! He won’t do

of her heart was collapsing as

that Ernest had been

too much pain to

like being torn

saw black as if her whole world

the wheelchair, Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed

was,

desperate she was, the more

wanted to personally see her be broken down bit by bit and turn into a

voice made him sound like

Ernest died for rescuing you. It was

reechoed in Florence’s

like a

in a daze, tears dropping. She looked

her, Ernest wouldn’t take the risk, and nor would

was all because

was

Turner, why don’t you

looked up and glared at Benjamin like

to live on any longer, she didn’t think she should still

his eyes full of

the simplest thing

reached his bandaged hand slowly and picked up the scissors that

the bandage on his face

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

Florence saw his face completely, even her eyes were tearful,

she had seen

describe. His whole face was full of seriously burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds, and no intact skin could be found

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