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.

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 who painted them? Who is

name either.” Ziana just said

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

the brush.

finished the painting was two hours

she admired the painter back

learned, she felt she plunged into

the painter back?

Colter ended, Ziana sat quietly

carefully recalled her experience when she was sixteen

her past was very

of the time on the island. She either learned skills from her masters or

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

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

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

had been with her since she was a child.

had a clue about the painting of

came downstairs, Yudel was playing

and big, and made him look

opened his arms wide to hug Ziana. Ziana hugged him and kissed him several times.

happy, giggling and

legs, which was so

little face, “Do

she played with him for a

arms obediently.

she looked at Yudel.

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

my expression

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

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

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