I wanted to say a few words on the occasion of my birthday.
Over the past year, in the face of all kinds of voices, Little Poisonous Milk had taken one step at a time, kept his head down, and forged ahead until he reached where he was today.
Fortunately, there could be ten thousand reasons to hate this book, but liking it required only one.
Whether it was writing or treating readers, Yu had always been serious. Writing a book was not a one-sided act of writing, but a two-way exchange between the author and the readers.
Without exception, after every update, Yu would browse through the chapter comments two or three times.
He checked whether the chapter contained any errors or oversights, and read the criticisms and suggestions from the readers about the story and its characters.
It had been over a year—more than three million words, and 426 days and nights.
He was very lucky to have a group of friends willing to listen to him ramble, and an even larger group of Poisonous Milk Fans who loved and supported Little Poisonous Milk.
Within the book, Little Poisonous Milk had left the arena and entered the battlefield, conquering the Four Directions and fighting his way through a bloody path.
Outside the book, however, it was all of you Poisonous Milk Fans who had protected and supported Little Poisonous Milk every step of the way, helping him break through along this broad road.
Thank you to every reader who supported this book through legitimate channels. You were the ones who helped Little Poisonous Milk get to where he was today.
The book had made it this far and was about to enter its later stages. There would be no shortage of wind and rain ahead. Are you all