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?”

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

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

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

the brush.

painting was two hours shorter than she predicted.

she admired the painter back

she had learned, she

she the painter back?

the call with Colter ended, Ziana sat quietly for

carefully recalled her experience when she was

that her past

on the island. She either learned skills from her masters or kept in retreat in the mountains.

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

being an apprentice, nor the painting that Colter

it out, and finally decided to go downstairs to

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

a clue about the

Yudel was playing with Ewen.

were black and big, and made him look very

hug Ziana. Ziana hugged him and kissed

happy, giggling and snuggling up

liked to touch the little guy’s chubby arms and legs,

She rubbed his little face, “Do you want mommy to

with his hands and feet. After she played with him for a

arms obediently.

she

glasses, “If you have something to say, just say

surprised, “Is my expression so

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

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

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