Jane Sampson was a bit proud, just about to shamelessly say that her arm was beautiful again.
But unexpectedly, before she could say her boastful words, James Black suddenly tugged her short sleeve up, directly lifting it to hang on her shoulder.
Then, James Blackâs gaze fell directly on that spot on Jane Sampsonâs arm.
Originally, there should have been a small piece of faint scars, but now you couldnât find the place where the scars were.
There, now, it was replaced by a tattoo.
The tattoo design was very simple, just two letters.
A capital G.
A lowercase c.
Gc.
It was his name.
When James Black saw the blurry photo, he only saw a G letter, but, at that time, he vaguely guessed in his heart.
But the guess you see through photos is completely different from the emotions you witness firsthand.
"Does it hurt?" James Black reached out and lightly touched the tattoo on Jane Sampsonâs arm, not daring to apply too much force.
The newly tattooed spot was still a little red.
"It doesnât hurt." Jane Sampson shook her head without thinking.
"Little swindler." James Black eased his emotions, staring at Jane Sampsonâs tattoo for a long, long time, then reached out to put her sleeve back down.
He looked up at Jane Sampson, "Youâre full of lies, it clearly hurt so much that you cried, and yet you said it doesnât hurt."
"I didnât cry! How could something like getting a tattoo make me cry!" Jane Sampson argued to defend herself, "Iâm not lying to you, it really doesnât hurt, itâs just such a small little spot."
James Black looked at Jane Sampsonâs stubborn expression, and finally sighed helplessly.
"Yes, it doesnât hurt for you." He compromised with the little swindler.
If it werenât for the mobile phone still holding the memory of her crying with eyes red like a red-eyed rabbit, sitting there pitifully with her head down, he would almost have been fooled by her assertive tone.
The tattoo shop owner was a classmate of Thomas Lancaster who studied abroad, and in foreignersâ eyes, a girl like Jane Sampson seemed as gentle as water, a beautiful eastern girl that even foreigners couldnât help but steal a glance at.
Such a seemingly well-behaved girl going to a tattoo shop caught the attention of Thomas Lancasterâs classmate.
Later, Jane Sampson was clearly in so much pain that she had to clench her teeth to endure it, tears were swirling in her eyes, yet she persisted, even when the shop owner advised her to give up, she refused, insisting on finishing the two letters.
At the end, Thomas Lancasterâs classmate asked Jane Sampson.
What significance do these two letters hold for her?
Jane Sampson told the boss.
This is a name, the best-sounding name in this world.
GC.
James Black.
For her, it was the best-sounding name in this world.
Thomas Lancasterâs classmate secretly took a few photos of Jane Sampson with her red eyes and tears on the brink of falling, and shared them as a romantic and surprising thing with Thomas Lancaster, who was also a classmate from the east.
Thomas Lancaster recognized Jane Sampson at a glance through the photos, then sent them to James Black.
And at the same time, he forwarded the screenshot of the chat history between him and his classmate to James Black.
Only then did James Black realize Jane Sampson engraved his name on her body.
When Jane Sampson just came out of the airport, James Black really wanted to uncover her sleeve and take a look, but he held back.
After getting in the car, he held back all the way.