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 distanced himself from

didn’t die, but Ernest

“No--”

of that,

yelling, seeing black. She held her head and

Impossible! I don’t

he would go through think and

alone. He won’t! He won’t do it!” she cried

wall at the bottom of her heart was collapsing as if

been blown to pieces

too

being torn

as if her whole world had been dimmed in the darkness, almost

in the wheelchair, Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed

was, the happier

more desperate she was, the more hope he

down bit by bit and

His hoarse voice made

died for rescuing you. It

words were reechoed in Florence’s

like a needle

in a daze,

he wanted to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t

was all

she was the one who

why don’t

and glared at Benjamin like

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

looked down at Florence, his eyes full of

“Florence Fraser, death is the simplest thing

up the scissors that had

cut the bandage on his face open bit

white bandages fell one after another. His eyes,

her eyes were tearful, she

wondered what she had

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

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