The river breeze was vast and mighty.
The Old Toad stood at the prow, his back paddled feet pacing the deck, sighing occasionally, and sometimes looking up at the sky, reciting poetry.
"Why is the Frog Duke so anxious?" Long Eying asked.
Liang Qu leaned on the railing, waving his arms: "The alley's smoke is thick, the candle between windows dim, at first sight the heart trembles with fear. How can one share deeply, in courteous farewell."
"Is Lord Liang inspired to write poetry again?"
Liang Qu was silent.
"I think," Long Eying swept her hair behind her ear, "it's not simply the anxiety of nearing home, is it?"
Upon hearing this, Liang Qu nodded slightly.
"It's possible the frog in my heart is already dead."
"..."
Getting another sidelong glance from his wife, Liang Qu was unfazed: "Truth often sounds unpleasant."
Apart from Many-Treasures Toad, a born different species, the lifespan of the Demon Race and Human Race vary greatly, some long, some short.
