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TL: Zhao
Editing: Krisaia

“So you went to see them already?” In an empty factory room, a man emerged from under a processing mill. He wore a pair of old, worn-out linen gloves, a set of discolored factory uniform, and a pair of protective glasses. 

“Yeah, that’s about it,” A voice came from a lean figure sitting on a bench right next to the machine. 

“Why are you here then? I’ve told you that I’m not interested in whatever you’re up to. I’m satisfied with my life now.” The factory worker removed his glasses and wiped off his sweat with his greasy gloves. 

“I’m just here to see you,” The lean man said with a smile, disregarding the dissatisfied expression of his friend. 

“Hey, you’re not allowed to smoke here.” The worker frowned. 

“Don’t worry,...