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A flushed man lifted his glass and spoke in a slurred voice.,This time Chen Hansheng remained silent, because he was staring intently at the reflection in the glass panel of the bus stop. The image reflected back was that of a young man, yet strangely unfamiliar, with a hint of stubble on his upper lip.,Wang Zibao wasn't disgusted, he walked over and patted him on the back and said, "It's better now that you've vomited."。