Zeigarnik Effect

The only regret and lingering pain in the life of Levian, possessed of immense magical power. It was the first time he had lost the person he held dear, with his own hands. One day, as his traces repeated themselves like an endless nightmare, a man with a face resembling his dead disciple appeared before Levian. “Master.” Her unwavering momentum was extinguished by the words that escaped her lips. A younger man, even younger than before, appeared above her. Her only disciple. He had never done her any favors, yet she had always blindly pursued him. The man reached out and brushed Levian’s lips. He parted her lower lip, pressed the tip of her tongue… The sexual intent was clearly eviden...