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.

force from the explosion came from the direction where Ernest distanced

didn’t die, but Ernest died for

“No--”

the thought of that, Florence broke

help yelling, seeing black. She

way! Impossible! I don’t believe

said he would go through think and thin together with

and let me live on alone. He won’t! He won’t

wall at the bottom of her heart was collapsing as if it was damaged by the

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

her too much pain

like being torn apart

as if her whole world had been

the wheelchair, Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful and miserable Florence

miserable she was,

was,

personally see her be broken down bit by bit and turn into a walking

voice made him sound

you. It

words were reechoed in Florence’s

word was like a needle stabbed into

daze, tears

Ernest wouldn’t take the

was all because

wished that she was the one who had

don’t you kill

up and glared at Benjamin

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

down at Florence, his eyes

Fraser, death is the simplest thing in this world. However, living

hand slowly and picked up the scissors that had been

the bandage on his face open

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

his face completely, even her

she had seen --

could describe. His whole face was full of seriously burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds, and

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