Use a spoon to bring the batter to the baby's mouth, watching him greedily swallow the slightly sweet bread batter with his eyes closed...

Alvin shook his head sympathetically...

The child never seemed to have enough to eat, and his mother hated him, or hated herself for not being able to "save" him.

So I finally chose the most tragic way to end my life...

Alvin, who was thinking about something, just moved a little slower, and the baby twisted a few times anxiously...

He didn't cry, he just looked at Alvin with his golden snake eyes...

Alvin didn't know if it was his imagination, but he seemed to see a hint of pleading in those golden and translucent eyes...

After getting rid of the strange feeling in his heart, Alvin smiled and slowly fed a bowl of bread and porridge to the baby...

The little baby looks like he is still unfinished, but is not moving...

Alvin wrapped him in a new blanket, then smiled and said, "I should give you a name...

You are too thin now!

Australia has the tallest tree in the world, and people call it ‘heperion’…

Otherwise, just call it Hyperion!

I hope you can grow up smoothly, just like that giant tree!"

As he spoke, Alvin looked at the sun that was about to set in the distance, and murmured to himself: "The haze will eventually pass, and embracing the sunshine is the life we ​​should have...

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I'm too busy, but I can find you a qualified father and mother...

Maybe they don't have the intensity of your mother's love, but they can make you happy!

How about old Parker?
Chapter completed!