"Mr. Chen, I'll raise a toast to you again. Please feel free to have some, I'll drink it.",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.。