In the quiet night, the moonlight shyly hides behind the clouds, and places without artificial light are plunged into darkness.

Maybe it's darkness, maybe not, because that's just how nature is.

When there is no light, there is just no light, but it does not necessarily mean darkness.

In the cemetery, several people were digging hard, Noel stood aside, and Mr. Trueman's coffin was buried two meters below.

Relying on manpower to dig out two meters

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