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?”

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 who painted them? Who is

either.” Ziana just said that, and then

painting of Katyusha’s Prayer, she clearly felt that she chimed perfectly with the original painter’s

the brush.

total time she had finished the painting was

she admired the painter back and planned to meet her.

she had learned, she felt she plunged

the painter

Ziana sat

experience when she was

she discovered that her past

the island. She either learned skills from

of that year, she packed her bags and went to Nansen Waley to learn

recall what Roger said about being an apprentice, nor the painting that

it out, and finally decided to go downstairs to find

was a child. If she really lost her memory, Yudel

about the painting of

Ziana came downstairs, Yudel was playing with

eyes were black and big, and

to hug Ziana. Ziana hugged him and kissed him

happy, giggling

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

his little face, “Do you want mommy to put you down for

his hands and feet. After she played with him for a

arms obediently.

she looked at

“If you have something to say, just say it. When do we

was surprised, “Is my expression

to ask?” Yudel was curious, “Who

to get closer to him recently. Are you ready to be his

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