She had started keeping a journal in the second month of the Reservoir's second year. Not for research purposes. Not for documentation. Just for herself — a place to put the things that did not belong in the formal record but needed somewhere to go.She wrote in it at night mostly, after the household had settled and the study was quiet and it was just her and the lamp and the things she had accumulated during the day that she needed to sort through before she could sleep.She wrote about the students. About what she noticed in them, the particular way each person was becoming themselves, the moments she could see it happening. She wrote about Yanran's cultivation sessions, which had been producing outputs in the third month that made Yijun sit very still when she described them and then immediately want to write things down. She wrote about Liying's sister arriving — a twelve-year-old named Shen Liping who had her sister's cautious eyes and a root that was, as Yijun had said when he
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