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?”

at her, “I have contacted, but I failed to get in touch with you. Who knew where you were! But you mean you really didn’t draw this series of paintings? Then

and back isn’t my stage name either.” Ziana just

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

the brush.

had finished the painting was two hours shorter

she felt that she admired the

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

the painter

with Colter ended, Ziana sat quietly for a while.

carefully recalled her experience when she

discovered that her past was very simple.

island. She either learned skills from her masters or

to learn

an apprentice, nor the painting

didn’t figure it out, and finally decided to go downstairs to find

since she was a child. If she really lost her memory,

clue about the painting of Katyusha.

came downstairs, Yudel

black and big, and made him

to hug Ziana. Ziana

little guy was happy, giggling and snuggling up

the little guy’s chubby arms and legs,

face, “Do you want mommy to put

smiled and danced with his hands and feet. After she played with him for a while,

arms obediently.

Ewen while she looked at Yudel.

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

surprised, “Is my expression so

ask?” Yudel was curious, “Who called

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

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