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 where Ernest distanced

but Ernest died for

“No--”

the thought of that,

couldn’t help yelling, seeing black. She held her head and shook

way! Impossible! I don’t

he would go through think and thin together with me.

on alone. He won’t! He won’t do it!” she cried out continuously

the bottom of her heart was collapsing as if it was damaged by the

pen were proving that Ernest had been blown to

thought brought her too much pain to

being

her whole world had been dimmed in the darkness, almost

laughed complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful and miserable Florence

was, the happier he

she was,

personally see her be broken down bit by bit and turn

His hoarse voice made him sound

for rescuing you. It was

reechoed in

like a needle stabbed into

daze, tears

it weren’t that he wanted to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take the risk, and nor would

was all

was

Turner, why don’t you

glared

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

looked down at Florence, his eyes full of

“Florence Fraser, death is the simplest thing in this world.

his bandaged hand slowly and picked up the scissors that had

cut the bandage on his

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

Florence saw his face completely, even her eyes

what she had seen --

vicious than she could describe. His whole face was full of seriously burned scars and rotten flesh,

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