"Where does a pregnant woman get such strength?" Amber Edwards looked at Jane Sampson's shoulder and exclaimed, "Look quickly! Little Jane's shoulder is all bruised!"
Jane Sampson was wearing an off-the-shoulder formal dress, so the shoulder that got hit was quite red with a long, thin wound that looked like it had been scraped by something, about as long as an adult's index finger, and now it was still seeping a bit of blood.
"It was her coat's cufflinks that scraped me, it's fine, just a minor injury." Jane Sampson shook her head, "Just a little redness; it'll subside soon."
Jane Sampson's skin was tender, even squeezing her wrist with some force could leave it red. Just a pinch could leave finger marks and bruises, so it was no wonder she got red from that collision.
"If your Mr. Black sees this, he'll be heartbroken." Amber Edwards gently pressed a tissue from her purse on Jane Sampson's wound to deal with the slightly dripping blood.
