The dim light made the man's face opposite look even more pale and feeble.
This paleness was different from Fifth Master Foster's. His was like a handsome young man stepping out of a painting, while Flower Snake's was due to never seeing daylight, even his lips were a bit grayish. Dressed in a black, buttoned-up cotton-padded jacket, he looked even more eerie, like a ghost in a movie. Ten years ago, his health was already poor, and now it seemed even worse.
Atlas Hallow wouldn't actively seek out Flower Snake, and Flower Snake wouldn't look for him either.
It's been ten years, this kind of relationship is very strange.
"Tell me what you want me to do..." Flower Snake took a drag on his cigarette, choked for a moment, then started coughing violently. Atlas Hallow waited until he finished coughing to speak slowly.
