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 explosion came from the direction where Ernest distanced himself

die, but Ernest died for

“No--”

the thought of that, Florence

seeing black. She held

Impossible! I don’t believe

said he would go through think and thin together with

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

the wall at the bottom of her heart was collapsing as

memories and the broken pen were proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces by the

thought brought her too

like being

only saw black as if her whole world had been dimmed in the darkness, almost breaking

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

miserable she was, the happier he

desperate she was, the more hope

be broken down bit

hoarse voice made him

rescuing you. It was

reechoed in Florence’s

like a needle stabbed into

a daze,

Ernest wouldn’t take the

all because of

she was the one who

why don’t

suddenly looked up and glared at

had fallen into his hands and didn’t want to live on any longer, she didn’t think she

Florence, his eyes full of unconcealed

each syllable, “Florence Fraser, death is the simplest thing in this world. However, living is more painful

up the scissors that

on his face open bit

bandages fell one after another. His eyes, cheeks,

completely, even her eyes were

had

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

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