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?”

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

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

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

the brush.

time she had finished the painting was two hours shorter

she admired the painter back

had learned, she felt she plunged into the fog.

she the painter

call with Colter ended, Ziana sat

recalled her experience when she was sixteen years old.

that her past was very simple.

time on the island. She either learned skills

her bags and went to Nansen Waley to learn martial arts on a whim. She had been learning martial

about being an apprentice, nor

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

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

a clue about

Ziana came downstairs, Yudel was playing with

were black and big, and made

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

giggling and snuggling up to Ziana.

little guy’s chubby arms and legs, which was

his little face, “Do you

with his hands and feet. After she played with him

arms obediently.

Ewen while she looked

glasses, “If you have something to say, just

my expression

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

as he said, “You seem to get closer to him

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