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.

explosion came from the

but Ernest died for

“No--”

thought of that, Florence

seeing black. She held

way! Impossible! I

said he would go through think and thin together

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

heart was collapsing as if it was damaged by

Ernest had been blown

thought brought her too

was like being torn

world had been dimmed in the darkness, almost breaking

Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed seeing

she was, the happier

desperate she was,

see her be broken down bit by bit and turn into

His hoarse voice made him sound like a

you.

words were reechoed in Florence’s

word was like a needle

in a daze, tears

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

all

wished that she was

don’t you

glared at Benjamin

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

looked down at Florence, his eyes full

syllable, “Florence Fraser, death is the simplest thing in

up the scissors

he cut the bandage on his

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

even her eyes

had seen

rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds, and

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