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Between a haze of sleep, Chen Hansheng was woken by a sound. He opened his eyes to a blinding light and a throbbing headache from the previous night's drinking.,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.,As Chen Hansheng looked around at the scene before him, combined with the songs playing on the streets, his head suddenly felt a little dizzy. This cliché plotline had actually happened to him. A wave of nausea hit him again, and Chen Hansheng couldn't help but walk to the side of the road and vomit.。