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 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 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 Sampson's arm, not daring to apply too much force.
The newly tattooed spot was still a little red.
