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 where Ernest

but Ernest died

“No--”

the thought of that,

black. She

Impossible! I

he would go through think and thin

me and let me live on alone. He won’t! He

was collapsing as if it was damaged

memories and the broken pen were proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces by the explosion. He was no longer

thought brought her too

heart was like being torn

black as if her whole world had been dimmed in

Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful and

miserable she was, the happier he

more desperate she was, the

personally see her be broken down bit by bit and

His hoarse voice made him sound like a

rescuing you. It was you

words were reechoed in Florence’s

a needle stabbed into

daze, tears dropping. She looked extremely

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

all because of

she was the one who had

why don’t you

glared at Benjamin

live on any longer, she didn’t think she should still

at Florence, his eyes full

death is the simplest thing

slowly and picked up the scissors that

cut the bandage on his face open bit by

bandages fell one after another. His

her eyes

had seen --

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

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