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 direction where

but Ernest died for

“No--”

thought of

yelling, seeing black. She held her head and shook

way! Impossible! I don’t believe

through think and thin together

let me live on alone. He won’t! He won’t do it!”

wall at the bottom of her heart was

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

too much pain to

like being torn apart alive,

saw black as if her whole world

in the wheelchair, Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed seeing how

was,

more desperate she was,

to personally see her be broken down bit by bit

voice made him

Ernest died for rescuing you. It was

were reechoed in

was like a needle

in a daze, tears

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

was all because of

wished that she was the one who had

Turner, why don’t

glared

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

down at Florence, his eyes full of unconcealed

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

hand slowly and picked up the scissors that

cut the bandage on his face

after another. His eyes, cheeks, lips, and chin were

completely, even her eyes were tearful,

she had seen -- a

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

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