"Hansheng, wake up quickly, the train is arriving at its station.",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.,Now Wang Zibao was no longer strange, he just treated his friends' strangeness as coming from last night's endless confession.。