Wang Tengfei grabbed his coat and left the office building, jogging toward the flickering azure glow.
At forty, compounded by years of sitting at a desk and social engagements, neither his build nor stamina supported running like a young man anymore. After only a few hundred meters, he was already gasping for breath.
Judging by the way he sprinted all the way here, most people would never have imagined that this middle-aged man had once been a star sprinter on his university track team.
In truth, even Wang Tengfei himself had nearly forgotten.
After graduating from university and entering society, he relied on his family connections to make arrangements and climbed steadily through the ranks of the Ascend conglomerate. Before reaching forty, he had already become the general manager of a branch. In most people's eyes, he was successful.
In terms of status, he would surely be promoted to headquarters in the future, perhaps even securing a core management position there. In terms of wealth, even without counting the older generation of his family, his personal assets placed him comfortably among the affluent middle class, and he would certainly become wealthier still.
Was such a life successful? Of course it was.
But humans were always greedy. Or rather, they always longed for things they had never possessed, or had lost.
For example, his own youth.
Memories of youth were like a treasure chest. What lay inside might no longer be worth mentioning to him now, but whenever he took those things out and examined them closely, turning them over in his hands, he could always find the purest and simplest joy.
And as he grew older and all sorts of minor ailments began appearing in his body, he found himself reminiscing about his youth more and more often.
But too