And who was Wan Donglin? What was he worth? He was just a libertine who bought women with his money. How could he ever compare to the "Toe-picker"?
Before I knew it, the "Toe-picker" had become a firm and trusted figure in my heart, a powerful emotional support. Especially after being bullied by Huang Ma's family. In times of extreme helplessness and panic, he was my steadfast rock. Just like a child, I'd throw a tantrum at the slightest displeasure, loudly crying out for the "Toe-picker" to come...
Toe-picker, I'm feeling upset...
Toe-picker, I'm feeling depressed today...
Toe-picker, I've run out of this or I'm missing that...
Toe-picker, I want to eat grilled skewers...
Toe-picker, I want this, I want that...
He's like a kindly Santa Claus, always there to fulfill my wishes. No matter what, he would do it for me. In my memory, only my father had ever been so patient, so tolerant, so unreserved.
This man who exists like a god in my heart—how could he be *this* man?
