Jane Sampson was a bit proud, just about to shalessly say that her arm was beautiful again.
But unexpectedly, before she could say her boastful words, Jas Black suddenly tugged her short sleeve up, directly lifting it to hang on her shoulder.
Then, Jas Black’s gaze fell directly on that spot on Jane Sampson’s arm.
Originally, there should have been a small piece of faint scars, but now you couldn’t 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 na.
When Jas Black saw the blurry photo, he only saw a G letter, but, at that ti, 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?" Jas Black reached out and lightly touched the tattoo on Jane Sampson’s arm, not daring to apply too much force.
The newly tattooed spot was still a little red.
"It doesn’t hurt." Jane Sampson shook her head without thinking.
"Little swindler." Jas Black eased his emotions, staring at Jane Sampson’s tattoo for a long, long ti, then reached out to put her sleeve back down.
He looked up at Jane Sampson, "You’re full of lies, it clearly hurt so much that you cried, and yet you said it doesn’t hurt."
"I didn’t cry! How could sothing like getting a tattoo make cry!" Jane Sampson argued to defend herself, "I’m not lying to you, it really doesn’t hurt, it’s just such a small little spot."
Jas Black looked at Jane Sampson’s stubborn expression, and finally sighed helplessly.
"Yes, it doesn’t hurt for you." He compromised with the little swindler.
If it weren’t for the mobile phone still holding the mory 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 foreigners’ eyes, a girl like Jane Sampson seed as gentle as water, a beautiful eastern girl that even foreigners couldn’t help but steal a glance at.
Such a seemingly well-behaved girl going to a tattoo shop caught the attention of Thomas Lancaster’s 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 Lancaster’s classmate asked Jane Sampson.
What significance do these two letters hold for her?
Jane Sampson told the boss.
This is a na, the best-sounding na in this world.
GC.
Jas Black.
For her, it was the best-sounding na in this world.
Thomas Lancaster’s 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 Jas Black.
And at the sa ti, he forwarded the screenshot of the chat history between him and his classmate to Jas Black.
Only then did Jas Black realize Jane Sampson engraved his na on her body.
When Jane Sampson just ca out of the airport, Jas 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.
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