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 asked.

with you. Who knew where you were! But you mean you really didn’t draw this

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

with the original painter’s style. She could even feel the

the brush.

time she had finished the painting was

that time, she felt that she admired the painter

combined with everything she had learned, she felt

she the painter

the call with Colter ended, Ziana

her experience when she was

she discovered that her past was very simple.

island. She either learned

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

couldn’t recall what Roger said 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. If she

clue about the painting of

downstairs, Yudel

eyes were black and big, and made

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

guy was happy, giggling and snuggling up to

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

face, “Do you want mommy to put

him for a while, the little guy got lazy and lay in

arms obediently.

she

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

surprised, “Is my expression so obvious?”

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

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

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