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.

the impact force from the explosion came from the direction where Ernest distanced himself

but Ernest

“No--”

of that, Florence broke

yelling, seeing black. She held her head and shook

Impossible! I don’t believe

think and thin together with

alone. He won’t! He won’t

at the bottom of her heart was collapsing as

pen were proving that Ernest had been blown

thought brought her too much pain

was like being

only saw black as if her whole world had been

in the wheelchair, Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed

she was, the happier he

she was,

personally see her be broken down bit by

voice made him

died for rescuing you. It was you who

words were reechoed in

a needle stabbed into

her eyes in a daze, tears dropping. She looked

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

was all because

wished that she was the one who

Turner, why don’t you kill

suddenly looked up and glared at Benjamin

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

looked down at Florence, his eyes full

Fraser, death is the simplest thing in this world.

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

bandage on his face

fell one after another. His eyes,

face completely, even her eyes were tearful, she inhaled in

wondered what she had seen -- a

far more vicious than she could describe. His whole face was full of seriously burned scars and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed with wounds,

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