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 asked.

to get in touch with you. Who knew where you were! But

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

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.

painting was two hours shorter than

the painter back and planned to meet

learned, she felt she

she the painter

ended, Ziana sat

when she was sixteen years old.

that her past was very simple.

either learned skills from her masters or kept

Waley to learn martial arts on a whim. She had been learning martial arts ever

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

out, and finally decided

been with her since she was a child. If she really lost her memory, Yudel must

about

Ziana came downstairs, Yudel was playing with Ewen.

were black and big, and made him look very smart.

he opened his arms wide to hug Ziana. Ziana

happy, giggling and snuggling up to Ziana.

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

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

and danced with his hands and feet. After she played with him

arms obediently.

she

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

my expression so

to ask?” Yudel was curious, “Who

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

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