Tong Yao loves Jing Wenyang.
Not like it.
It's love.
Tong Yao fell in love with Wenyang for twelve years.
"Jing Wenyang, it's been twelve years."
"You don't know, I'm thirty this year."
"It seems I only have thirty years in this life."
"You make so much money, Jing Wenyang. Three-fifths of my life has been spent loving you."
"In my next life, I will live to be a hundred years old."
"Also, I must stay away from you in the next life."
"Goodbye, Jing Wenyang, Tong Yao."
Intention: nothing