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

die, but Ernest died

“No--”

the thought of

help yelling, seeing black. She held her head and shook

way! Impossible! I

through think and thin together with me. He

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

at the bottom of her heart was collapsing as if it was

pen were proving that Ernest had been blown to pieces

brought her too

heart was like being

world had been dimmed

Benjamin laughed complacently. He enjoyed

she was,

she was, the more hope he

wanted to personally see her be broken down bit by

made him sound

died for rescuing you. It was you who

were reechoed in Florence’s

like a

eyes in a daze, tears dropping. She looked extremely

rescue her, Ernest wouldn’t take the risk, and

was all because

she was the

don’t you

looked up and glared at Benjamin

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

down at Florence, his eyes full of unconcealed

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

bandaged hand slowly and picked up the scissors that had been

he cut the bandage on his face open bit by

fell one after another. His eyes,

her eyes were tearful, she inhaled

what she had seen --

and rotten flesh, intertwined with the pus. It was crisscrossed

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