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?”

you. Who knew where you were! But you mean you really didn’t draw this series of paintings?

my stage name either.” Ziana just said that, and then

chimed perfectly with the original painter’s style. She could even feel the emotional fluctuations and temperature of the original painter through

the brush.

had finished the painting

time, she felt that she admired the painter back and

with everything she had learned, she felt she

she the

the call with Colter ended, Ziana sat quietly for a while.

carefully recalled her experience when she

discovered that her past was

She either learned skills from her masters or

year, she packed her bags and went to Nansen Waley to

about being an apprentice,

and finally decided to

had been with her since she was a child. If

a clue about the painting of

came downstairs, Yudel was

big, and made

his arms wide to hug Ziana. Ziana hugged

giggling and

chubby arms and legs,

She rubbed his little face, “Do

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

arms obediently.

while she looked at Yudel.

have something to say, just say it. When do we become so

was surprised, “Is my

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

said, “You seem to get closer to him recently. Are you ready to

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