New Year · Thousand Chapters 2020—Happy New Year, everyone.
Little Poisonous Milk had surpassed one thousand chapters, and the story had entered its next stage.
He had reunited with Little Chongyang, and everything was just as the book said: Life could be a little bitter; that was fine. I was sweet.
That was not merely Little Poisonous Milk talking to himself. It was also his blessing to everyone, and he hoped that in the lives ahead, you could face all kinds of hardships with a smile.
Please take care of yourselves, wash your hands frequently, and keep your rooms well ventilated. Most importantly, wear medical-grade or N95 masks. Try to avoid crowded places. Everything will pass.
He hoped everyone could always maintain a positive and sunny outlook, and when everything had passed, smile and say this: It's fine. I'm sweet.
I took time off during last year's Spring Festival, but I wouldn't be taking any this year.
Yu would guarantee regular daily updates, without cutting down on the word count or going on hiatus.
Wherever you were, whether you were alone or reunited with your family, he hoped Little Poisonous Milk could accompany you through this Spring Festival.
Perhaps that was the true meaning of Little Poisonous Milk's existence.
Wishing you happiness and peace.