Once again, when the apricot blossoms were in full bloom and a light rain fell, moss had covered the stone path before the platform.,It had just rained, and the corridor was still damp. Cheng'er carefully carried a bowl of osmanthus jelly towards Madam Yuan's main chamber.,As dusk fell, Cheng'er finished reciting the sutras. Her aching waist told her it was time to stop. She rose and walked out of the back courtyard through the side gate of the temple.。