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

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 who painted them? Who is back?”

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

with the original painter’s style. She could even feel the emotional fluctuations and temperature of the original painter

the brush.

had finished the painting was two hours shorter

that time, she felt that she admired the painter back and planned

she had learned, she felt she plunged into

she the painter back?

Ziana sat quietly

when she was

her

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

April of that year, she packed her bags and went to Nansen Waley to learn martial arts on a

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

figure it out, and finally decided to go downstairs to

been with her since she was a child. If she

a clue about the

Yudel was

were black and big, and

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

was happy, giggling and snuggling up to Ziana.

chubby arms and legs, which was

his little face, “Do you want mommy to put

feet. After she played with him for a

arms obediently.

while she

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

my expression so

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

get closer to him

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