Her voice was soft with a hint of huskiness, sounding textured and quite distinctive.
"You haven't offended me, why are you running?" An Hao retorted.
The woman remained silent.
"I'm chasing you just to ask one question: what are you observing? Are you surveilling me? Or are you spying on me?" An Hao asked.
"You?" The woman laughed quietly, "You're the most self-deluded woman I've ever seen! Do you have anything special? Do I need to monitor your life?"
"Then what are you looking at with binoculars?"
"Observing the various facets of people's lives."
"You're lying," An Hao didn't believe it, "If you didn't have some unspeakable secret, would you run? Would you hide? Are you a spy sent from abroad?"
The woman's figure didn't waver, nor did it change: "What's a spy? I've never known."
"You don't know?" An Hao frowned, "Do you dare to turn around and let me see your eyes? If you didn't lie, didn't conceal anything, do you dare to show me the windows to your soul?"
