Hua Zhizhaozhan, the number one prostitute in the world who is a man, seems to be just a game to him. He plays with his life just to play with his love.
No one will understand why he wants to play with his love. It's sad. It's all so easy to understand, isn't it:
The people he loves do not love him, but the people he does not love love him.
How many people in the world have been buried in this eternal and difficult problem?
It's true that he is the "number one living treasure in the world", but whose heart is not made of flesh?