Margaret stared out of the window as her mind raced.
She was the family's third-youngest child; she was a year older than Scarlet. She had loved reading since she was a child.
She had read most of the books they had in the family, and she was an intelligent girl because of her habit. Unfortunately, she did not have any talent for cultivation.
Lack of cultivation talent a life of slavery in that world. However, she did not care about that.
She believed that the value of a person did not lie in their strength or physical pleasure but the satisfaction of their spirit. The body was only a shell, and the soul was a person's self. Therefore, she hid in her room under the pretext of social fear; she spent her time writing manuscripts as she created her own story.
She did not have any mental illness.
