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.

explosion came from the direction where Ernest distanced himself

but Ernest died

“No--”

the thought of that, Florence broke

seeing black. She held her

Impossible! I don’t

go through think and thin together with me. He

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

of her heart was collapsing

were proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces by the

her too much pain

was like being torn apart alive,

only saw black as if her whole world had been dimmed

the wheelchair, Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful and

she was, the

was, the

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

His hoarse voice made him sound

for rescuing you. It was

reechoed in

a

a daze, tears dropping. She looked extremely

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

all

wished that she was the

don’t

glared at

she had fallen into his hands and didn’t want to live on any longer, she didn’t think she should still

his eyes full of unconcealed

steadily, stressing each syllable, “Florence Fraser, death is the simplest thing in

slowly and picked up the scissors that had

cut the bandage on his

His

his face completely, even her eyes were tearful, she inhaled in

had seen --

scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed

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