Li Dan looked at the pointing fingers from all over the mountain, unconcerned. Then he skillfully put down the white wreath he had made overnight, picked up the microphone and spoke loudly towards Lingluo Peak.,“Saying ninety-nine love words every day, for so long without repeating them, is even more remarkable is his persistence, it moved me too.”,Perhaps, after a long time, this led to him developing depression. Then, on a dark and stormy night, he encountered something beyond the realm of mortals.。