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

but Ernest

“No--”

the thought of

seeing black. She held her head and shook it

I don’t believe

go through think and thin together with me. He

me live on alone. He won’t! He won’t do it!”

at the bottom of her heart was collapsing as if

Ernest had been blown to pieces by the explosion. He was

thought brought her too much pain

was like being torn apart alive,

whole world had

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

was,

more desperate she was, the more

her be broken down bit by bit and turn into

hoarse voice made

died for rescuing you. It was you who killed

words were reechoed in

like a needle stabbed

daze, tears dropping. She looked extremely

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

all because

wished that she was the

Turner, why don’t you kill

up and glared at Benjamin like a

didn’t want to live on any longer, she

at Florence, his eyes full

the simplest thing in this world. However, living is more painful

picked up the scissors that

he cut the bandage on his face open bit

after another. His eyes, cheeks, lips, and

his face completely, even her eyes were

what she had seen -- a

burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds, and no intact skin could be found on his

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