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.

came from the

die, but

“No--”

thought of

seeing black. She held her head and

Impossible! I don’t

said he would go through think and

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

the wall at the bottom of her heart was

Ernest had been blown to pieces by the explosion. He was

thought brought her too much pain to

like being

saw black as if her whole world

complacently. He enjoyed

more miserable she was, the happier he

desperate she was, the more hope

personally see her be broken down bit

hoarse voice made him sound

you. It was you

were reechoed

a

in a daze, tears dropping. She looked extremely

weren’t that he wanted to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t

was all because of

that she was the one who had

don’t you

looked up and glared at Benjamin like

live on any longer, she didn’t

at Florence, his eyes full

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

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

the bandage on his face open

His eyes, cheeks, lips,

her

had seen -- a

face was far more vicious than she could describe. His whole face was full of seriously burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined

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