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

die, but Ernest died for

“No--”

thought of that,

black. She held her head and shook

way! Impossible! I don’t believe

said he would go through think and

leave me and let me live on alone. He won’t! He

her heart was

pen were proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces by

too

was like being torn apart alive,

only saw black as if her whole world had been dimmed in

wheelchair, Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed

she was, the happier

she was,

be broken down bit by bit and turn into

sneered. His hoarse voice made him sound like a

rescuing you. It was you who

words were reechoed in Florence’s

a needle stabbed into her

widened her eyes in a daze, tears dropping. She looked extremely

it weren’t that he wanted to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take

all because

that she was the one

don’t you

suddenly looked up and glared at Benjamin

into his hands and didn’t want to live on any longer, she didn’t

looked down at Florence, his eyes full of unconcealed

steadily, stressing each syllable, “Florence Fraser, death is the simplest thing in this world. However, living is more painful than

reached his bandaged hand slowly and picked up

cut the bandage on his face open bit

the white bandages fell one after another. His eyes,

Florence saw his face completely, even her eyes

she had seen

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

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