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

touch with you. Who knew where you were! But you mean you really

stage name either.” Ziana just said that,

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

the brush.

she had finished the painting was two

she felt that she admired the painter back and planned to meet her.

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

she the painter back?

Ziana sat

recalled her experience when

that her past was

island. She either learned skills from her masters or kept

Nansen Waley to learn martial arts on

said about being an apprentice, nor the painting that

and finally decided

her since she was a child. If she really

about the painting

Ziana came downstairs, Yudel

and made him

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

guy was happy, giggling and snuggling

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

sleep tonight, baby?” She rubbed his little face, “Do you want

After she played with him for a while, the little

arms obediently.

comforted Ewen while she looked

to say, just say it. When

“Is my expression so

Yudel was curious, “Who called just

seem to get closer to him recently. Are you ready

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