Chapter 230 I’m Not the Painter Back, Really

Colter felt confused when he heard the question. He looked at Ziana through the screen with a weird expression, “Ziana, are you kidding? It is you who ask someone to give me the painting!”

“What?” Ziana was shocked because she never expected this.

She was confused and asked uncertainly, “I gave it to you? When? Why don’t I remember!”

Colter had thought she told lies at first, but now he noticed something was wrong. He became serious, “Have you lost your memory? Is it true or not? It was at your sixteen–year–old that you sent it from an island!”

The keyword sixteen was like a switch which made Ziana silent.

When she met Roger Hutch, he also mentioned her sixteen–year–old.

He said that when she was sixteen, she had promised to worship him as a teacher. But she broke her word.

She didn’t remember it at all!

When she was sixteen, she only remembered that she was learning martial arts.

But Roger and Colter didn’t need to lie to her.

So whether their memory was wrong, or her memory was wrong.

Did she really lose her memory?

Ziana was confused and asked eagerly, “You said I asked someone to send it to you. Did I say anything at that time?”

She tried to remember something through some details.

Colter on the screen narrowed his eyes, lost in his remembrance.

He shook his head, “No. This series of paintings was sent to the studio suddenly one day. The address was from your island. When I saw it, I subconsciously thought it was you who painted it. Because I knew your brushwork and skills. But the styles of that series were different from your previous paintings, so I think it was your new style.”

me then?” Ziana

stared at her, “I have contacted, but I failed to get in touch with you. Who knew where you were! But you mean you really didn’t draw this series of paintings? Then

not me, and back isn’t my stage name either.” Ziana just said that, and then she was not sure for a

when she copied the painting of Katyusha’s Prayer, she clearly felt that she chimed perfectly with the original painter’s style. She could even feel the emotional fluctuations and temperature of the original painter through the

the brush.

painting was two hours shorter than she predicted.

the painter back and planned to

combined with everything she had learned, she felt she plunged

the

Colter ended, Ziana

experience when she was

her past

time on the island. She either learned

went to Nansen Waley to learn martial

said about being an apprentice,

figure it out, and finally decided to

child.

he had a clue about the

came downstairs, Yudel was

black and big, and made him look very smart.

his arms wide to hug Ziana. Ziana hugged him

guy was happy, giggling and

liked to touch the little guy’s chubby arms and legs, which was so soft to hold them in hands.

tonight, baby?” She rubbed his little face,

danced with his hands and feet. After she played with him for a while, the little guy

arms obediently.

Ewen while she looked at

glasses, “If you have something to say, just say it. When do we become so hesitant

“Is my expression so

ask?” Yudel was curious,

he said, “You seem to get closer to him recently. Are you ready to be his

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