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 impact force from the explosion came from the direction where Ernest distanced

die, but Ernest died

“No--”

thought of

help yelling, seeing black. She held her head and shook

way! Impossible! I don’t

through think and thin together with me.

alone. He won’t! He won’t do it!” she

was collapsing

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

her too much pain to

being torn

only saw black as if her whole world had been dimmed

the wheelchair, Benjamin laughed complacently. He

she was,

she was,

her be broken down

His hoarse voice made him sound

Fraser, Ernest died for rescuing you. It

words were reechoed in Florence’s

word was like a needle stabbed into

daze, tears

weren’t that he wanted to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take the risk,

was all because

was

Turner, why don’t you

suddenly looked up and glared at Benjamin

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

looked down at Florence, his

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

picked up the scissors that had been stabbed onto his

he cut the bandage on his

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

face completely, even her eyes were tearful,

wondered what she had

burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds, and no

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