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.”

contact 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

my stage name either.” Ziana just said

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

the brush.

total time she had finished the painting was

the painter back and planned to

combined with everything she had learned, she felt she plunged into the fog.

she the painter back?

call with Colter ended, Ziana

when

that her past was very simple.

the island. She either learned skills from her masters or kept in retreat in

April of that year, she packed her bags and went to Nansen Waley to learn martial arts on a whim. She had

Roger said about being an apprentice, nor

decided to go downstairs to find Yudel.

child. If she really lost

he had a clue about

Yudel

and made him look

Ewen saw her, he opened his arms wide to hug Ziana. Ziana hugged him and

little guy was happy, giggling and

and legs, which was so soft to

rubbed his little face, “Do you want mommy to put

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

arms obediently.

comforted Ewen while she

his glasses, “If you have something to say, just say it.

surprised, “Is my expression so obvious?”

to ask?” Yudel was curious, “Who

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

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