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.

came from the direction where Ernest

die, but Ernest died for

“No--”

thought of that, Florence broke

She held her head and

way! Impossible! I don’t

go through think and thin together

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

heart was collapsing as if

were proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces by the explosion.

brought her too much pain to

heart was like being

if her whole world had been dimmed

Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful and miserable

she was, the happier

desperate she was, the more hope

personally see her be broken down bit

hoarse voice made him sound

you.

words were reechoed in Florence’s

was like a

a daze, tears dropping.

her, Ernest wouldn’t take

was all because

wished that she was the one

Turner, why don’t you kill

and glared at Benjamin

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

looked down at Florence, his

simplest thing in this world. However, living

hand slowly and picked up the scissors that had been stabbed onto

the bandage on his

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

face completely, even her eyes were

she had seen -- a

burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the

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