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.

impact force from the explosion came from the direction where Ernest distanced himself

but Ernest

“No--”

of that,

black. She held her head

I don’t

through think and thin together with me.

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

of her heart was collapsing as if it was damaged

proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces by the

too much pain to

heart was like being torn

her whole world

complacently. He enjoyed seeing how

more miserable she was,

more desperate she was, the more hope

personally see her be broken down bit by bit and

voice made him sound like a

Fraser, Ernest died for rescuing you. It

reechoed in

a needle stabbed into her

daze,

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

was all because

wished that she was the one

don’t

up and glared at Benjamin

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

his eyes full of

Fraser, death is the simplest thing in this

slowly and picked up the scissors that had

bandage on

the white bandages fell one after another. His eyes,

his face completely, even her eyes were tearful,

wondered what she had seen -- a

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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