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

Who knew where you were! But

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

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 strokes of

the brush.

finished the painting was two hours shorter than

that she admired the painter back and

she felt she

the painter

Ziana sat quietly for a

recalled her experience when she was sixteen years old.

that her past

of the time on the island. She either learned skills

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

said about being an

figure it out, and finally decided to go downstairs to find Yudel.

a child. If

clue about the painting of

Yudel was

and big, and made him look

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

little guy was happy, giggling and snuggling up to Ziana.

arms and legs, which was so soft

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

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

arms obediently.

she looked at

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

surprised, “Is my expression so obvious?”

want to ask?” Yudel was curious, “Who called just now?

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

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