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.

from the direction

but Ernest died

“No--”

of that, Florence

black. She held

way! Impossible! I

said he would go through think and thin together

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

of her heart was collapsing as if it was damaged

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

brought her too much

heart was like being torn apart

black as if her whole world had been dimmed

wheelchair, Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed

was, the happier he

was, the

wanted to personally see her be broken down bit by bit and

His hoarse voice made him sound like a

you. It was you who

words were reechoed in Florence’s

word was like a needle stabbed

daze, tears dropping. She looked

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

was all because of

she was the one

why don’t you kill

up and glared at Benjamin like a

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

looked down at Florence, his eyes full

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

picked up

the bandage on his face open bit

fell one after another. His

his face completely, even her eyes were tearful,

wondered what she had

scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with

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