Hello, how are you? I don't know if you are even alive or if you care at all. I just wanted to remind you of something. In every chapter of your story, you used to say that you love the readers of your story and appreciate them very much. Is your disappearance and failure to complete your work a gift of your love for them? I know that I am saying things that have nothing to do with me, and I know that you have your own circumstances, and I also know that you will not read this message of mine, and perhaps you are in a place that only God knows, or you have lost your passion for writing. Of course, more than four years have passed, and I and all of your readers whom you used to say you love are waiting for you to return and complete your story.