After my best friend got pregnant, she hitched a ride with me to and from work every day.
Four months later, she suddenly miscarried in my car.
In a panic, I rushed her to the hospital. After examining her, the doctor shook his head in confusion.
"What miscarriage? The fetus had stopped developing ages ago."
But before I could hear the rest, her husband sent me flying with a blow, and I passed out.
My best friend insisted she'd miscarried because she drank the safflower tea I'd given her.
She even posted a video online of me handing her a water bottle in the car.
Her post set off a firestorm, and netizens branded me a "poisonous friend of a thousand years."
They cyberbullied me, dug up my personal information, and spread vile rumors about me.
I was fired, shunned by my family, and then she sued me.
I became a monster everyone wanted to see punished. Whenever I went out, people surrounded me and hurled abuse.
Eventually, crushed beneath the pressure, I was hit by a car and died horribly in the street.
When I woke up again, I was back at our class reunion.
It was the day Li Li first asked me to be her free driver.
