In the twenty-fifth year since I was abducted into the mountains, my son and daughter finally became successful.
On the Mid-Autumn Festival, they picked me up from the mountains early.
My daughter cried and said to me: "Mom, we found our grandparents."
"They are very rich and we will never have to live the same life as before."
My son picked up a crab for me with his own hands and said, "Mom, you have worked hard all these years."
My hands trembled with excitement, and I raised my glass with them.
An hour later, the children fell to the ground.
After confirming that they were dead, I called the police and said, "I killed my own child and I want to surrender."
