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

didn’t die, but Ernest died

“No--”

the thought of that, Florence

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

way! Impossible! I don’t believe

through think and thin together with me. He

alone. He won’t! He won’t

the wall at the bottom of her heart was collapsing

the broken pen were proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces by

brought her too much pain to

being torn apart alive,

whole world

laughed complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful and miserable

miserable she was,

was, the

her be broken down bit by bit and turn into

His hoarse voice made him sound like

died for rescuing you. It was you who killed

words were reechoed in

was like a

in a daze, tears

Ernest wouldn’t take

all because

she was the

Turner, why don’t you kill

suddenly looked up and glared at Benjamin like a

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

Florence, his eyes

syllable, “Florence Fraser, death is the simplest

reached his bandaged hand slowly and picked up

he cut the bandage on his face open bit by

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

his face completely, even her

wondered what she had seen --

full of seriously burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds, and

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