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 explosion came from the direction where Ernest distanced himself from

die, but Ernest died

“No--”

the thought of that, Florence broke

couldn’t help yelling, seeing black. She held her head and shook

Impossible! I

think and thin together with me. He

alone. He won’t! He won’t do it!” she cried out continuously and

her heart was collapsing as if

were proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces by the

thought brought her too much

was like being torn apart alive,

world had been dimmed in the darkness, almost

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

more miserable she was, the happier

desperate she was, the more hope

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

hoarse voice made him sound

rescuing you.

words were reechoed in

like a needle stabbed into her

widened her eyes in a daze, tears dropping. She

wanted to rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take

all because

wished that she was

Turner, why don’t you

and glared at Benjamin like

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

Florence, his eyes full of

steadily, stressing each syllable, “Florence Fraser, death is the simplest thing

picked up the scissors that

bandage on his face

one after another. His eyes,

her eyes

had

whole face was 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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