Sweet Nostalgia of the 80s

Capítulo 1845: Chapter 1844: Because You Have Guilts in Your Heart

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?”

“You have no right to demand that. I also have no obligation to show you.”

“You don’t dare.”

“Why wouldn’t I dare?”

“Because you’re harboring secrets.”

“No,” the woman said calmly, “Someone whose face has been disfigured wouldn’t want to expose their wounded unknown to others.”

“I don’t believe.” An Hao wasn’t a three-year-old child, not so easily deceived.

She trusted her intuition.

Damn intuition!

“Fine! You want to see, I’ll let you.” The woman finally slowly turned around, her long bangs covering her eyebrows and eyes, a large white mask covering her face.

This mask covered almost two-thirds of her face.

“You’re really well-protected,” An Hao cautiously approached her.

“I want to make a deal with you.” As An Hao was about to approach her, she spoke, “After you see, don’t follow me anymore. I assure you, I’m absolutely not trailing you or surveilling you, my actions have nothing to do with you.”

“Okay. As long as it has nothing to do with me, I’m not interested!” An Hao agreed.

“Then come on.” The woman nodded, indicating An Hao could approach.

An Hao advanced step by step, stopping a foot away from her, slowly reaching out to remove the mask from her face. Unexpectedly, the woman suddenly exerted force.

She grabbed An Hao’s arm, twisted it backwards, and delivered a sharp chop to An Hao’s neck.

An Hao couldn’t dodge, only feeling a sharp pain in her neck, her vision suddenly darkened.

In the moment she fell, taking advantage of her remaining consciousness, An Hao blindly reached to pull off the woman’s mask. Unfortunately, she seemed to miss the right spot.

Immediately afterward, her neck in the same spot was viciously struck twice more, and An Hao lost consciousness, knowing nothing.

The woman knocked An Hao to the ground, turned to glance at her, a cold smile appearing at the corner of her mouth: “Your observation skills are sharp, and your intuition is quite good. But to take me down, you’re still lacking.”

She looked at the already darkened sky, removed the mask from her face and tossed it onto An Hao: “I’m sorry, my face can’t be seen by you.”

With that, she turned and left.