From the fiftieth to the sixtieth floor, Chen Feng moved slowly.
He gradually felt his aging, with a hint of melancholy.
"So tired."
"But, the end is near."
Looking up, the top of the staircase wasn't far off.
It seemed that with a bit more effort, he would soon arrive.
With this in mind, Chen Feng quickened his pace slightly.
On the sixtieth floor, he bent over, wanting to rest for a while.
It was then, in the reflection beneath, that he noticed his temples had grown some white hair.
"Heh!"
"It's not too bad."
He smiled a little, as if to comfort himself.
This time, Chen Feng didn't linger long and went straight up to the forty-first floor.
From the sixtieth to the seventieth floor, Chen Feng used less time than from the fiftieth to the sixtieth floor.
"Time waits for no one!"
"I need to step it up!"
On the seventieth floor, seeing more and more white hairs, Chen Feng felt a growing sense of urgency.
