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 Ernest distanced

didn’t die, but Ernest died for

“No--”

of that,

black. She

Impossible! I don’t believe

said he would go through think and thin together

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

heart was collapsing as if it was damaged by the

memories and the broken pen were proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces by the explosion. He was no longer

too

being

world had been dimmed in the darkness, almost

Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed seeing how painful

she was, the happier

was, the

be broken down bit by bit and turn

hoarse voice made him sound like

you. It

were reechoed

like a needle stabbed

eyes in a daze, tears dropping. She looked extremely

he wanted to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take the risk, and nor would

was all because

that she was

don’t you kill

glared

didn’t want to live

down at Florence, his eyes full of

the simplest thing in this world. However, living is more painful

and picked up the scissors

he cut the bandage on his

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

saw his face completely, even her eyes were

she had seen --

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

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