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.

impact force from the explosion came from

die, but Ernest died for

“No--”

thought of

seeing black. She

Impossible! I

through think and

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

was collapsing as if it was

been

brought her too much pain

like being

her whole world had been dimmed in the darkness, almost breaking

He enjoyed seeing

miserable she was, the happier he

desperate she was, the more hope he

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

hoarse voice made him

rescuing you. It was you who

reechoed in

was like a

her eyes in a daze,

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

was all because

that she was the

don’t you

up and glared at Benjamin

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

down at Florence, his

said steadily, stressing each syllable, “Florence Fraser, death is the simplest thing in this world. However, living is

reached his bandaged hand slowly and picked up the scissors that had been

on his face

His eyes, cheeks, lips, and

face completely, even her eyes were tearful, she inhaled

what she had seen --

burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was

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