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 explosion came from the direction where Ernest distanced himself from

didn’t die, but Ernest

“No--”

the thought of that, Florence broke

couldn’t help yelling, seeing black. She held

way! Impossible! I don’t

think and thin together with me. He promised

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

her heart was collapsing as if it was

proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces by the explosion. He was no longer

her too

like being

only saw black as if her whole world had

laughed complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful

was, the happier he

was, the

wanted to personally see her be broken down bit by

made him sound like

rescuing you. It was

reechoed in

was like a needle stabbed into her

daze, tears dropping. She looked

weren’t that he 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

suddenly looked up and glared at

his hands and didn’t want to live on any longer, she didn’t think she

at Florence, his

the simplest thing in this world. However, living

bandaged hand slowly and picked up

he cut the bandage on his face

fell one after another. His eyes,

Florence saw his face completely, even her eyes were tearful,

what she had seen --

describe. His whole face was full of seriously burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds, and no intact skin could be

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