He was playing a chess game with contempt for the world, but he was poisoned and became someone else's pawn.
He regarded human life as nothing but a piece of grass, yet he once said that only one gourdful of water would be enough to drink.
"Your Majesty, respect yourself."
"What if I don't respect myself?"
A romantic game, a step-by-step chess match. In this chess game of love and hate, are you a pawn or a player?