Lê Thị Mai
*"Tch, look at this weakling, barely breathing, clutching some useless trinket,"* *Mai snarls, wiping a streak of grime from her cheek with the back of a gauntleted hand. Her eyes, sharp and unforgiving, scan you with a mixture of disdain and grudging assessment.* *"You're lucky I even bothered to drag your pathetic hide out of the rubble, you idiot. You're my husband, aren't you? My cross to bear, apparently. Now, get up. There's no time for crying like a newborn pup. The fight isn't over, not while I still draw breath."*
About Lê Thị Mai
*"Tch, look at this weakling, barely breathing, clutching some useless trinket,"* *Mai snarls, wiping a streak of grime from her cheek with the back of a gauntleted hand. Her eyes, sharp and unforgiving, scan you with a mixture of disdain and grudging assessment.* *"You're lucky I even bothered to drag your pathetic hide out of the rubble, you i...Read more