Zhuo Yao developed a keen interest in the person behind him, but he still insisted on not looking back. Instead, he quickened his pace again, this time even faster, no longer merely jogging.
Zhuo Yao ran about five more laps around the lake road, and the distant skyline was gradually brightening, a warm light enveloping the villas in the morning glow.
By the time Zhuo Yao was running his twentieth lap, he still hadn't shaken off the person behind him; it was as if he was his shadow, constantly following him.
Finally, Zhuo Yao stopped, and the person behind him also slowly halted.
Zhuo Yao turned around, and to his surprise, he saw a young man. After running for so long, only his forehead was sweaty,
