After My Bestie Pushed Me Off the Cliff

On the first day of returning home, Hailey asked me to go cycling.

When I arrived wearing a full set of knee pads and protective gear, I only saw Hailey in a suspender skirt.

I advised her that it was dangerous and that she should change her clothes.

But she disdainfully turned up her nose and called me old-fashioned.

After cycling around, the cycling expert from our team asked for my contact information because he thought I was professional.

Later, Hailey was jealous and secretly tampered with my motorcycle.

I fell off a cliff and died tragically.