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

die, but

“No--”

of

seeing black. She held her head and shook

Impossible! I

he would go through think and thin together with me.

on alone. He won’t!

bottom of her heart was collapsing as if it

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

brought her too

being torn

black as if her whole world had

Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful

she was, the

was, the more hope he

broken down bit by bit and turn into

made him sound like a

Fraser, Ernest died for rescuing you. It was you who

words were reechoed in

a needle stabbed into her

daze, tears dropping. She

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

all because of

that she was

why don’t you

and glared at Benjamin like a

and didn’t want to live

Florence, his eyes full of

each syllable, “Florence Fraser, death is the simplest thing in this world. However, living is more painful

bandaged hand slowly and picked up the scissors that had been stabbed

bandage on

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

even her eyes were

what she had seen -- a

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

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